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?

velvet. The heat in my cheeks worsens. I can't breathe. I have to blink to

bombarding my brain.

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 forward ever so slightly, when the first notes of the piano cut

lift to mine, like

was

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broken.

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

regardless of our relationship, my mother is

her hands, and I

her for long. The memories hit me

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

was smiling like the world was before

loved my dad with everything in her. They

I swallow back the lump forming in my

busy watching my mother, Zaid reaches for my hand, his fingers curling around mine

lips brushing against my

touches.

so different from the arrogance, the

want to see, yet can't look

my dad

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

1. me.

my fingers

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