The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 172

BOOK 3 CHAPTER 8

~WILLOW~

I couldn’t believe it. I was in Dante’s room for the first time. He’s kept this part of him away from me

since marrying me. It felt strange yet exciting to finally be inside here.

However, it felt natural to be in here, like this was meant to be.

All my things were packed in a corner, and he promised to have a place for them soon. I wasn’t sure

what was happening.

“If you’re uncomfortable sleeping in the same bed with me,” he says suddenly. “I can sleep on the

sofa.”

I bit my lip. Was I uncomfortable with him sleeping in the same bed with me? I didn’t think I was. I

trusted him.

“It’s okay.” It was barely a whisper, but he’d heard me. He nods and brings a sheet out of his closet.

“You can use this one.” He told me, and I quietly took it from him.

I knew my cheeks were red, but I couldn’t stop it even if I tried.

I barely moved when he grabbed his t-shirt from the bottom and pulled it over his head. Dante was now

shirtless in front of me, and I could see each of his muscles. The lights were dimmed, and I was

grateful for it. I knew I should turn away, I knew that I should look away, but my body had a mind of its

own.

He walks into the bathroom, and I finally let go of the breath I’d been holding. Could he tell that I was

looking at him?

What did Anya think when she asked Dante to marry me? Was she okay with me wanting someone

she once had a relationship with? Was she indeed okay with him loving her and not me? Because I

was not okay.

For the rest of my life, I would be married to a man that was in love with my sister. If that wasn’t bad

enough, I wanted him. I didn’t want to like him but I did.

I try to catch my breath when he walks out of the shower with a towel wrapped around his waist and

water dripping from his hair onto the floor. Do all men exit the shower looking that good?

I force myself to close my eyes. I couldn’t keep staring at him; I didn’t want to make him uncomfortable

if I was caught.

My eyes are still closed when he walks over to the bed and sits on it. I know when he’s next to me, I

can hear his uneven breaths.

Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all. Having him this close was doing unexplainable things to

my body. I wanted to close the distance between us. I wanted to get on top of him and bury my hands

in his hair. I wanted to lean into him and inhale his scent.

“Why were you speaking to Sharon earlier?” I ask quietly. I couldn’t stop myself this time. It was

bothering me.

He turns to look at me, “why do you want to know that?”

I exhale, “because she had the worst things to say to me. It bothered me that you would still stand

there and speak to her after everything she’d said.”

He frowns, “It bothered you that I spoke to her?”

I flush at his penetrating gaze. I didn’t want to admit to it, but those were words straight out of my

mouth. I had no way to back down from it now.

“You’ve always only had eyes for my sister,” I say finally. “You’ve always been faithful to her. So faithful

that you wouldn’t even look my way. So yes, it bothered me that you’re suddenly looking Sharon’s way.”

He inhales sharply and traps me with his penetrating gaze. “It’s not what you think.” He finally says.

“It isn’t?” I ask. “So then, why were you speaking to her for so long?”

He placed one hand behind his neck and looked at the ceiling, “I wasn’t happy with the things she’d

said to you earlier.”

I held my breath, “were you speaking to her about me?”

He nods without looking my way, “I had to find a way to get her to stop. I wanted to speak to her first, to

give her the opportunity to stop now before I used a different method to shut her up.”

There it goes again. Flutter. Flutter. Flutter.

My heart is fluttering. For him. Because of his words that weren’t even meant to have this kind of

reaction on me.

“Oh.”

That was all I could say to his words.

“Is that the only question you have for me?” He asks, still staring at the ceiling.

No. I had plenty more, but I knew this wasn’t the right time to ask them. We weren’t that close yet. I had

to take my time, especially with Dante. His heart was still bruised, and he could take things the wrong

way.

“Yes.” I lie. “That’s all I have for now.”

He turned onto his side so that he wasn’t facing me. That was good; it was easier for me to speak to

his back.

“Thank you, Dante,” I whisper.

His back stiffens, “why are you thanking me, Willow?”

“Because of everything you did for me today and in the past,” I answer him. “I know you’re not doing

any of this for me; I know you’re doing it because of my sister, but it still means a lot to me.”

He sighs, “Get some sleep. I don’t deserve your thank you.”

I won’t bother disagreeing with him. If he wanted to sleep, I would let him.

I close my eyes as well, and soon enough, I drift off into a peaceful sleep with him right next to me.

“Anya!”

I woke with a start. I stare at Dante next to me. He was thrashing against his pillow.

It seemed as though he was having a nightmare.

I move closer to him. “Dante,” I whisper.

“Anya!” He shouts again.

How often has he been having these nightmares? I hesitantly touched his arm, trying to wake him up.

His eyes flash open, but I don’t think he was seeing me.

“Anya,” he cries.

I gasp when he pushes me back down onto the bed and rolls on top of me.

I don’t have time to prepare as he crashes his lips to mine.