Secrets of Us A Forbidden Love Romance (Alina)

Chapter 117

With Her, Too-1

I bury my face in Zaid's shoulder, hoping to hide the flush that creeps up my cheeks.

I can't believe that happened last night.

Never in my wildest dreams... did the alcohol make me bolder?

Not to mention how sore I am. It'd be impossible not to, especially with how big and thick they both are. My body tingles, but that hum of pain rattles through me. I won't be able to be with either of them for a day or two.

Aiden laughs at something that happens in the movie, and I blink back to reality. His hands run up from my ankle to my calf, a mindless caress he's been doing since we forced ourselves out of bed.

We're in the living room, movie on the tv and the lights from the Christmas tree are still on. My body is draped lazily over both Aiden and Zaid, my head resting on Zaid's shoulder while my legs stretch across Aiden's lap. A thick blanket covers all of us, covering us in warmth, but it does little to ease the soreness wracking my body.

groan softly as I shift, and Aiden tightens his grip on me instinctively.

Zaid shifts, looking down at me with a raised eyebrow. "You okay, love?"

"I hate you both," I mutter, eyes half-lidded in exhaustion.

Aiden chuckles. "We had to carry you downstairs. The least you could do is be grateful."

I tilt my head back to glare up at him. "Grateful? I can't sit for more than five minutes."

Zaid tilts my head toward him with a grip on my chin. "It burns good, though, right?"

coils immediately, and I exhale, leaning closer to

pats my thigh, his tone teasing. "I'm making some snacks. What do

want?"

I say

"Popcorn," Zaid adds.

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to drink?" I

Try not to fall asleep.” He

settles between us, comfortable but heavy. I sigh, relaxing against him, but then I feel his eyes on me, lingering, intense. I

on my face. “I can't stop thinking about how

up, and I peek up at him, catching the way his dark eyes

better, his hand lifting to cup my face. The playfulness in his gaze disappears, replaced with an intensity that makes the breath leave my

for much more than just physical touch. I want

"There are things I need to say to you," he murmurs,

my ears, but I keep my

Things I never got a

how fast we've been

slightly, my heart hammering at how serious

I whisper, placing a hand on

lips, exhaling a soft breath. "You

ever

seen."