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.

but he was yet to admit them to me. I think he hasn’t even accepted those feelings and may possibly be rejecting them because of my sister. As long as he

show him more of my love and hope that it would be enough to

as he moves

my breath. His sleeves were rolled up halfway, and his shirt was unbuttoned at the top. Every little detail about Dante had my heart beating faster and my body begging for

have you been? I woke up, and

clenches, “I had to have a word with my

brow, “a word?” I ask. “About

with Ares. You may be new to all of this, but they aren’t. Their

so angry with them?” I demand. “They

against the chair and crosses his arms over his chest. “Let’s talk

still love Anya. How could she not see how much he loved her? The more time I spent with Dante, the more I hated what my sister did to him. She messed with his heart and his life. And now I was left with all

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

he asks, “What did you

widen at his question. How did I tell him that we spoke about him

the other direction. I

“Willow?”

eyes and pretend to

when I feel his 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