Secrets of Us A Forbidden Love Romance (Alina)

Chapter 66

Chapter 67

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I regret looking at him almost immediately.

I'm suffocating. Heating up.

Zaid's dark eyes meet mine, smoldering with an intensity that makes my breath hitch. There's hunger there, a desire that wraps around me, tightening like a coil. It's so intense that I wonder if any other man on this earth ever truly found me beautiful.

None had ever looked at me the way he does.

"You look beautiful," Zaid murmurs, his voice low enough that only I can hear.

A flush creeps up my neck, and I struggle to steady my breathing. I lay my hand

on my

neck, where it meets my chest, but it does little to help.

"Thank you," I whisper, my chest rising and falling rapidly as I try to find something else

to focus on.

But Aiden is distracted with a conversation, and I am left to fend for myself.

The weight of Zaid's gaze pins me in place. His fingers brush lightly against my arm, sending a shiver skittering down my spine. The touch is gentle, almost absent-minded,

but it leaves a trail of fire in its wake.

Does he know how much this makes me feel?

heat in my cheeks worsens. I can't breathe. I have to blink to stop the images from last

bombarding my brain.

reply quickly, shaking my head. "We don't need to talk about that at all." His eyes drop to my lips, and for a moment, I think he's going to kiss me. There's a wild, desperate edge to his expression, like he's fighting a losing battle with himself. I stop breathing, caught in

away, jaw clenching. His eyes lift to mine, like he's sorry our

was

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broken.

the distraction to pull myself together. My mother appears at the end of the

relationship, my mother is

bouquet trembling ever so slightly in her hands, and I feel the familiar sting of

can't look at her for long. The

my dad, his hand around her waist, her glowing smile so full of hope. Her dress

every picture, she was smiling like the world was

everything in

chest tightens painfully, and I swallow back the

my mother, Zaid reaches for my hand, his fingers curling around mine in a firm, comforting squeeze. The unexpected tenderness undoes me, and I blink rapidly, trying to keep the

brushing against my shoulder in the

touches.

glance at him, conflicted. The softness in his eyes is so different from the arrogance, the cruelty of before. It's like he's peeling back a layer of himself

not sure I want to see, yet can't look

dad with

It tears me apart. The pain in his eyes wouldn't be there if

1. me.

I wrap my fingers around his and squeeze

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