The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 225

Book 3 Chapter 61

~WILLOW~

I woke up needy and missing Dante’s touch. I’m not sure why I feel this way. I should be worried about my own life. Someone may or may not be out to get me. And if that person wasn’t coming for me, he was after Dante, which terrified me even more.

Still, I couldn’t stop thinking about the way he kissed me. Dante always kisses me so passionately that it’s hard to think of anything but his kisses.

Did he also kiss Anya as he kissed me? Did he kiss her like she was the last woman on earth?

I didn’t want to think about him kissing my sister, but I couldn’t help but wonder.

I wanted Dante to love me more than he ever loved her. I knew I was being selfish. I knew that I couldn’t force someone to love me. I never wanted to force him to do anything for me. I wanted him to like me on his own.

I look around the room for him, but there is no sign of him. It was so crazy that I actually missed him so much at this moment.

The door flew open suddenly, and I held my breath when I saw him walking in.

His eyes are drawn to me on the bed almost immediately. I could feel all the blood rush to my cheeks at the reminder of what happened in the rain against his jeep.

Dante asked me to repeatedly tell him that I loved him. And then he thanked me for being nothing like my sister.

he hasn’t even accepted those feelings and may possibly be rejecting them because of my sister. As long as he thinks he’s betraying her, he will continue to push

wanted Dante to open up to me, I had to show him more of my love

says as he moves

was unbuttoned at the top. Every little detail about Dante had my heart beating faster

“Where have you been?

jaw clenches, “I had to have a

“a word?”

kept you in a room with Ares. You may be new to all of this, but they aren’t. Their actions were reckless, and I can’t have something

with them?” I demand. “They care about you,

crosses his arms over his chest. “Let’s talk about something

spent with Dante, the more I hated what my sister did

about?” I ask. “Is there something else that you want to

eyes are dark as he asks, “What

him that we spoke about him

the other direction. I couldn’t look him in the

“Willow?”

and

hands on my legs. He drags my body to the edge of the bed and pulls me up to a seated position. He places both hands on either side of the bed and leans