The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 311 ~SCARLETT~

I bite my lip and take a deep breath before I say, “I saw you leaving the field; I was worried.”

It was only partly the truth.

His tongue is against his cheek as he leans closer, “I think you’re lying to me, Scarlett. What is the real reason that you’re in the boy’s locker room tonight?”

I try to breathe. I wasn’t ready to ask him, but I knew he wouldn’t rest until I told him the truth.

“Did you play poorly today and refuse to accept the award so you wouldn’t have to kiss someone from the stand?” I asked him the one question I wanted to ask. I blurt it out all at once. I knew there was no taking it back now that he’d heard it.

He exhales sharply, “Why do you want to know that Scarlett?”

“I just want to know,” I whisper. Did I have to tell him why? Shouldn’t he already have an idea?

He tilts his head closer to mine, “You didn’t answer my question.”

“Did you let Ares score so you wouldn’t hurt me by kissing someone else?” I whisper. I didn’t want to make myself believe that he would do something like that just for me. The Carter I knew was selfish; he wouldn’t do something like this for anyone.

are bright as he gazes at me.

shook my head. “No,

was sure this would

response had shocked him. It shocked me, also. I

Scarlett,” he says softly. “Why wouldn’t

was hard to look him directly in his eyes, but at the same time, I couldn’t look away. I was lost in those

sacrifice you would make to avoid

brow at me, “Sacrifice? What

against his chest lightly. “I’ve been watching you on the field, Carter. Since my first game, I saw how much you enjoyed being the star player. You move with so much grace and skill that you captivate everyone in that stand, including me. There’s no one else on your team that can keep up with you. I haven’t seen anyone on the rival teams that could compete, either. I would hate for all of that to end because

lips are just inches apart; if I moved forward just a little, I could kiss him. His lips parted slightly, and my gaze was

it’s possible that there’s one person more important than football to me.”

like all the air had just been pushed out of

d-don’t mean that.” I

problem? Why was I speaking

I haven’t been more honest about anything else in my life.” He assured me. “You mean more to me than football does. I did play poorly today for two reasons. One of them was to help my brother, and the other. . . I think you know the answer

shook my head.

electricity in my veins. “For you. I’d rather lose that match than hurt