The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

Chapter 180

The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 180

BOOK 3 CHAPTER 16

~WILLOW~

Did I hear him correctly? There’s no possible way that Dante just asked me not to take part in the kissing booth. I knew it wouldn’t bother him one bit.

“I don’t understand,” I whisper. “Why don’t you want me to take part? Aren’t you also taking part in it?”

He nods, “I am.” He answers me. “But I have no choice but to take part in it. I’m asking you to stay out of it for your own good.”

“My own good?” I ask, confused.

His jaw clenches, “yes, you’re unlike many of those girls who will be participating in it. They’re experienced. They’ve probably kissed dozens of men already. They know what they’re doing. You’re innocent; you’re not like them. Kissing a stranger would make you uncomfortable.”

“Are you trying to say that I’m a bad kisser?” I demand, surprised that he would even hint at that.

I could feel my cheeks get red with anger. I knew that I was innocent; I knew that I was also very inexperienced. However, he didn’t need to point this out without considering how it would hurt my feelings.

He turned his face to look at me; I could see the surprise in his eyes.

“When did I say that you were a bad kisser?” He demands.

“You just said that those girls knew exactly what they were doing while I don’t.” I remind him of his own words.

I was embarrassed that my first kiss was so horrible for him. I knew he didn’t want to kiss me; he was thinking of my sister. Still, hearing him admit how bad it was for him made me very upset.

“Willow—”

“In case you didn’t know, that was my first kiss!” I snap. “I’ve never been kissed by any other man before. Not on my cheeks or my lips or my chest or my neck—”

He covers my mouth with his finger, stopping me from saying anything else.

His eyes were cold and almost dark as he glared at me, “I never said that kiss was bad.” He finally says.

My eyes widen. Does that mean he enjoyed it as much as I did? I’m sure that’s not what he meant, but my heart would happily assume that’s what he was trying to tell me.

He seems to be searching for the right words, “I’m just saying that guys from the academy are f*****g horny bastards. They’ll put their hands all over your body and try to touch places they shouldn’t. And if I find out that anyone put their f*****g hands on you, I will chop each of their fingers off!”

My lips part in surprise. My heart was pounding in my chest, and I thought I felt butterflies in my stomach. I didn’t know hearing a man mention cutting off someone’s fingers for me would ever make me this giddy, but I was learning new things about myself every day.

“You’ll chop their fingers off for touching me?” I repeat his words, unsure if I’d heard him correctly. I needed him to confirm it for me.

Someone needed to pinch me; this had to be a dream. Why would he ever do something like that for me?

Realization seems to hit him finally, and he quickly clears his throat, “I meant that Anya would want me to do that if anyone touched you inappropriately. I promised to protect her sister, and that’s exactly what I plan on doing. If anyone takes advantage of you, I’ll make them pay. So please, for your sister, don’t participate in this.”

I flush at his words. Again, he was only doing it because of my sister. Everything he did for me was only because she’d asked him to do it.

For once, I wished he would do it for me and only for me. Thinking like this would get me nowhere.

I sigh, “If it means that much to you. I won’t take part.”

I wish I could ask him to do the same for me. I hope he can find a way to avoid letting another woman kiss him. I knew Sharon and the other girls that threw themselves at him were waiting for this opportunity. Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

Girls seemed crazy for the Fawns, and I knew exactly why. If Anya hadn’t asked Dante to marry me, he would have never looked my way. I would have been like any other girl trying to catch his attention. I think my sister knew this. She knew that she was the only person who would be able to get him to marry me, and she used that to her advantage.

It’s still crazy that she never fell for Dante’s apparent charms. How could she not see him the way that I did?

He seemed to relax a little after I told him I wouldn’t participate in the kissing booth. I hadn’t heard about a kissing booth until they mentioned it today.

He walks into the bathroom and does his usual routine before coming to bed. I was beginning to enjoy seeing him come out of the shower every time he was preparing for sleep. I was worried that it was something I would soon be looking forward to every night.

I could still smell the soap on him when he pulled the covers over his body. He smelled so good.

He always does.

I turned to the other side to not stare at his back. I closed my eyes and tried to force myself to fall asleep. I was learning that it was very difficult to fall asleep when a sexy man was sleeping right next to you.

Every sound he made, even the sound of his breathing, the little movements of his sheets, I was aware of it all.

Screw this.

I was turning back around to stare at him, even if it was just his back.

However, when I finally did turn around, I was surprised to be face-to-face with him.

Dante swallows hard, and so do I.

“You look nothing like her.”

I gasp.

I knew I looked nothing like Anya. Did it bother him that I didn’t?

He turns on his back and stares at the ceiling.

I guess looking at me was painful for him. I angrily closed my eyes and f****d myself to fall asleep.