Secrets of Us A Forbidden Love Romance (Alina)

Chapter 130

Middle of Class

Aiden's fingers drum lightly against the steering wheel as he pulls into the driveway.

He doesn't unlock the doors immediately, so I turn to him. The engine is still humming, the car thrumming around us. He shifts and suddenly his lips are on mine, his hands cupping my cheeks.

He pulls away long enough so I can breathe.

"I don't want to let you go yet," he murmurs, leaning in before I can respond.

His lips press against mine again, slow at first. I smile into the kiss, but when he deepens it, tilting my head back with his hand, I let out a soft laugh.

I try to push at his chest, but he keeps kissing me.

"Aiden," I mumble against his mouth, pushing harder at his chest, "let's go inside.".

He groans, his forehead dropping against mine. "Yeah, but the second we step inside, I have to share you. Right here, it's just us."

I smile at him, but something in my stomach twists-not in the way it should. I force another chuckle, brushing it off like it's nothing, but the words settle in my chest like a

weight.

I feel the heavy lump in my throat, but this is a deeper conversation that requires much more of my time and attention. Aiden's struggling. I can see it.

I can feel it.

He kisses me once more before finally pulling away and shutting off the engine. I grab my bag, step out of the car and Aiden follows close behind, his hand

ghosting over the small of my,

my, back as we head inside.

The house is quiet, the familiar scent of cedarwood and something sweet lingering in the air, like there are cookies in the oven. My stomach grumbles at the thought.

I head into the living, and find Jake there on the couch. His laptop is on his knees,

a glass of whiskey on the table beside him. There's a game on the T.V. but it's muted and he has a

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frown on his eyes.

company are

me, exhaustion

at my chest and I make

he whispers, closing the laptop and setting it

my fingers through his hair. Just like that, some of the tension in

and kisses me. His arms hold me tight and he breathes, relieved, as if

Like he needs me.

shirt. It's unbuttoned, giving me a view of his muscled

laptop. "No, everything's a mess. My CFO has apparently been stealing from

gasp. "What?"

we would have

says the word, and I

are you going

He's dead.

"He stole from

come from it? I don't want nor need

through enough."

his cheeks. "You're a better man than they

kiss to my lips and exhales against my mouth,

to do

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the request making my chest tighten. I've been

tell him gently, brushing my fingers over

we talk about our day as we kiss. Eventually, he tells me he has

first, freshening up and changing into a clean t-shirt and shorts. Zaid's door is closed, forcing

calls, but it sounds distant, like he's not paying

him sitting on his bed with his laptop and a frown

together. I

makes my insides jump, my heart

and