Secrets of Us A Forbidden Love Romance (Alina)

Chapter 113

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Nikki and I are jumping up and down, gripping each other's hands, our laughter mixing with the excitement in the air. Parker is beside us, throwing an arm around Aiden, who grins as he watches me.

"Ten!" The crows starts.

I glance around, searching for Zaid, and find him lingering in a dark corner, his eyes fixed on me. He shoots me a smile, though it doesn't reach his eyes. But he's watching.

He's always watching.

"Five! Four!"

Aiden pulls me to him, his hands settling at my waist, and I tilt my chin up just as the final countdown echoes through the house.

"Three! Two! One! Happy New Year!"

Our lips meet. I expect a soft, chaste kiss like everyone else is giving, but Aiden pulls me

in close and doesn't let go. It's a hot kiss, tongues teeth, the taste of alcohol and his

hands digging into my waist.

I melt into him, wrapping my arms around his neck.

I let the moment consume me. Let the screams of joy around us, the cheering, the music

and Aiden's touch fill me.

my chest is rising and falling

toward Zaid, and find him still

cup in his hand

I'm not ready for people to know. Without thinking, I pull away from Aiden,

as I grab his hand,

the bathroom; the door clicking shut behind

is unsteady, and my heart is

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before pressing my lips to

places his cup on the counter behind me, holding my waist

the kiss, making sure I can feel

low laugh against

admit, smiling. "But I

his eyes and he kisses me again, his hands steady on my hips, grounding me. When we finally pull apart, I step back,

racing.

and the rest of the night blurs into a haze of music and dancing. I stop drinking, Aiden handing me soda instead of liquor. I don't mind, I'm

warmth of his presence pull me in, but my mind keeps drifting back to Zaid. He doesn't say much, but his eyes never

corner.

Watching.

to wind down, and Zaid approaches us, tossing his keys

set in a straight line, teeth

my hand and leads me out of the house, none of us caring about who could see us. We make our way to the car and Zaid

onto his lap, my legs at his sides. I just giggle, running my fingers through

kisses are slow and soft, devouring and yet loving. He doesn't stop until we get to the house. Whatever exhaustion was making my