The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 226

Book 3 Chapter 62

~WILLOW~

“We spoke about you,” I answer him.

“About me?” he asks.

I look down at my hands, unable to look him in the face. It was always hard to look at him when I was this nervous. I don’t think Dante understands just the kind of effect he has on me.

“What did he say about me?”

Even though I was no longer looking into his eyes, I could still feel them on me. It didn’t make this easier for me.

“I was waiting for you,” I admit. “I was hoping that you would come for me. The entire time, I kept looking out for you. Eventually, Ares noticed that I was looking for someone and he correctly assumed it was you.”

I couldn’t believe I was telling him all of this. “For some reason, he was convinced that you would be there for me. I don’t know why but he was sure that you were coming.”

“And you?” he asks. “Were you convinced that I would be there also?”

I can’t answer him, and he gently touches my chin, forcing me to look into his eyes.

go on.

what happened earlier. “No,” I confess. “I didn’t

my response. Did he want me

he asks me with deep concern

that wary about Ares and his family? Ares didn’t seem dangerous to me, but Dante somehow saw him as a

looked down at my hands once more, and it was only then that I realized I was still in his shirt. Dante sees it

he growls. “How did I not realize how f*****g wet that

and sticking to my skin. I stayed completely still as he grabbed

he stops talking when he

I think Dante had forgotten all I had on

the bathroom and comes back out with a towel. He doesn’t say a single word as he

a little disappointed. Part of me wanted him to do more than look at them. Earlier, he acted like he was starving for me. Now, he looked like he had a bit more control. Was the moment already

for me. I noticed that he chose the ones that covered my entire body. It’s almost like he was

bothered me. Did he not like what I looked like? We’d gone through this already; he told me he did.

this on.” He tells me as he gives me pants and a

my body so that he could see my breasts again. I wanted to see his reaction. I’m happy when his neck and face turn red. Does

pajamas to him, “I don’t want to wear

I’m having on him. I think it’s