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?

my cheeks worsens. I can't

bombarding my brain.

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 the tension, my body leaning

eyes lift to mine,

was

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broken.

pull myself together. My mother appears at the end of the aisle, radiant in her lace gown.

of our relationship, my mother

slightly in her hands, and I feel the familiar sting of

her for long. The memories hit me

of her and my dad, his hand around her waist, her glowing smile so full of hope. Her dress with puffy sleeves and my brother in

every picture, she was smiling like the

loved my dad with everything in her. They were

tightens painfully, and I swallow back the lump forming in my

my hand, his fingers curling around mine in a firm, comforting

he whispers, his lips brushing against my shoulder

touches.

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

to see, yet

weird watching my dad with someone

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

1. me.

I wrap my fingers around his

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