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.

gazes at me. “Would that make

head. “No,

frowns, “I was sure this

knew that my response had shocked him. It shocked me, also. I thought I was happy

he says softly. “Why wouldn’t

the same time, I couldn’t look away. I was lost

the sacrifice you would make

at me, “Sacrifice? What

“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 of something I said

could feel his warm breath on my face. Our lips are just inches apart; if I moved forward just a little, I could kiss him. His lips parted slightly, and my

more important than football

like all the air had just been pushed out of

mean that.”

was my problem? Why was I speaking like that all of

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,

my head.

mine lightly, and it feels like electricity in my veins. “For you. I’d