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.

as he gazes at me. “Would

my head. “No,

frowns, “I was sure

had shocked him. It shocked me, also. I thought I was

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

him directly in his eyes, but at the same time, I couldn’t look away. I

make to avoid hurting me,” I

quirks a brow at me,

hands 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 of something I said to you. I never want to take away something that makes you happy, Carter. And why would you

closer into me, so close that I 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 gaze was stuck on them. They were very kissable, especially now. It took all

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

like all the air had just been pushed out of

mean that.” I

my problem? Why was I speaking like that

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 to

shook my head.

my veins. “For you. I’d rather lose that match