Secrets of Us A Forbidden Love Romance (Alina)

Chapter 86

A Date

The cool air brushes against my face as | step outside, but it does little to cool the heat

simmering beneath my skin.

My skin feels flushes, restless and unsteady. I'm burning from the inside out. Jake's comforting kiss still lingers on

my lips and my pussy is alight with the thought of Zaid's head between my legs.

Fuck, what is wrong with me?

It's all | can think of, all I can focus on. I'm losing my freaking mind.

I walk quickly, my shoes crunching against the pavement. It's not particularly cold out, but my pace is fueled by

the need for space, for air, for anything that might helpregain control of everything swirling inside me.

That house is all Matthews. How can | expect myself to stay under control?

The sound of heavy footsteps sound behind me, and | close my eyes briefly, groaning inwardly. The tension in my

shoulders tightens when | hear his voice.

"Alina."

Of course.

| keep walking, biting the inside of my cheek, but Zaid doesn't slow down. Within

seconds, he's at my side, his hand resting on my waist like it belongs there, fingers digging into my skin.

My breath hitches, and | hate the way my body reacts to the simple touch. With the next few steps, I let my body

lean into his.

He chuckles low and rough; the sound sending a shiver down my spine. He walks at my pace and lowers his lips

to my ear, his breath caressing my lobe. "You look tense."

| shove at him with my elbow.

He inhales. "Not enough tto satisfy yourself?"

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My head snaps toward him, eyes wide. "Zaid!"

He smirks unapologetically, his dark eyes gleaming with amusement. "I'm just saying you looked so flushed and

wet on my dresser."

"You're an asshole," | snap, slapping his arm.

He shrugs, his grin widening. "I'm just surprised you've held off this long."

| stop in my tracks, hands balling into fists at my sides as | turn to face him. "Did you cout here just to tease

me?"

His smile softens slightly, but it doesn't lose its edge. "No." He shakes his head, stepping closer. "I cto ask

you on a date."

| blink, caught completely off guard. "What?"

Zaid's smile grows, and he reaches up to brush his thumb against my cheek and then across my lips. The simple

touch makes my heart stutter and my knees feel weak.

"Go on a date with me," he breathes. His eyes study my expression, as if wanting to see my reaction. They drop

to my lips for a second before returning to my eyes.

My lips part, but no words cout. The heat in my chest spreads outward. A date with

Zaid?

"When?" | manage to ask, my voice barely above a whisper.

He licks his lips, his gaze dropping to mine again. "Tonight."

I nod slowly, then hesitate. "But | don't want your dad to know."

Zaid's brows furrow, and he looks genuinely confused. "My dad?"

I nod, hoping to not give anything away. "Wouldn't it be weird that I'm dating both of his

sons?"

"Why would he care? He shouldn't have any say in who you date."

I nod again, quickly this time, but my thoughts are anything but calm. If Jakes finds out about this, he would be

so angry that | left him out of it. He would maybe even be hurt.

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Before | can dwell on it too much, Zaid grabs my hand, lacing his fingers through mine.

"Con, | have something for you," he says, tugginggently toward the house.

| frown, curiosity prickling at the edges of my thoughts. "What is it?"

The tension between us hums like an electric current. Every this fingers brush against mine or his gaze

lingers a moment too long, my body reacts instinctively. The heat insidebuilds, and | know without a doubt

that Zaid feels it, too.

"I bought you something," He smirks as he looks at me.

My teeth bury themselves in my lower lip. "You did?"

He nods. "I was thinking you could wear it on our date tonight."

My heart flutters and | just know it's a dress. | smile to myself as we keep walking toward

the house.

| steal glances at him, my heart rate quickening.

| want him, and I've wanted him for stime. There's just no denying that anymore.

He can be beyond irritating and frustrating, and he pulls on every last one of my nerves, but | like him. He's so

much more complex than people give him credit for and I'm finding that | like peeling back every layer.

He's intense and angry, but he can be caring and soft.

He knows what it's like to survive something that kills the people you love the most. It's

something no one can really understand.

When we reach the house, Zaid leadsinside. His grip on my hand drops the moment we walk through the

kitchen.

Jake is still in there, making himself a cup of coffee. He only looks up at us, but says nothing as we make our way

up the stairs.

As soon as we step into Zaid's room, | see the bags on his bed and | frown. "Is this why you left me?"

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A smile grows on his lips and he locks the door. "Yeah, you gavean idea."

"What do you mean?"

He walks aroundtoward his bed, his fingers grazing the skin of my arm until goosebumps spread through

me. "I thought you were a prude."

| lift an eyebrow. Where the hell is this going?

"But then you nearly suffocatedwith your pussy, and | figured you were open

to a lot more than | thought."

My eyes dart to the bags on the bed and my body turns hot, my heart hammering

in my chest. "There's not a dress in there, is there?"

He cocks his head to the side and frowns. "A dress?"

| blow out a steady stream of air

He reaches into a bag and my breath catches in my throat when he lifts his hand

and showswhat he is so proud of.