Secrets of Us A Forbidden Love Romance (Alina)

Chapter 148

We'll See You Soon

My eyes snap open and I blink against the faint light creeping in from the window.

It's early, so early the sky is still a deep gray with just the faintest light of sunrise. I frown, running my hand over the spot where Jake should be. It's cold.

Empty.

I sit up, the sheets sliding off my bare skin as I glance around his room.

It's quiet. Still.

My heart thumps a little harder in my chest, a ripple of unease spreading through me. I slip out of bed and find my wrinkled clothes from the night before.

I fold them neatly at the edge of the bed and take them with me as I make my way toward my room. I haven't fully unpacked yet, so everything is still folded in my suitcase.

I pull out a thick, oversized sweater, a pair of black leggings, and my warmest socks. After brushing my teeth and shoving my hair into a bun, I head downstairs, hoping I'll run into

one of my guys.

The cabin is quiet, but the fireplace is already crackling faintly in the living room. I frown, still not hearing any deep voices filtering through the air.

The living room is empty and when I step into the kitchen, I realize that it is, too. I notice

a piece of paper on the kitchen island with my name written across the front of it.

I recognize Jake's messy handwriting. My chest tightens as I pick it up, unfolding

it

carefully.

Alina, The three of us needed to handle some things. For us. For you. We're out for the day, but we'll be back before dinner. There's food in the fridge - Aiden cooked - The TV's set up with whatever you want to watch, and the fireplace is going, but you'll need to throw another log in if you don't want it to die. Stay warm. We'll see you soon, baby. - Jake.

A sour excitement fills my chest and I smile, biting my bottom lip, reading the note again just to let the feeling of it settle into my chest.

1/4

445pm

We'll See You Soon

each

heat it up slowly on the stove. The cabin is so quiet I can hear the faint bubbling of

Hoping

Healing, maybe.

my dad and brother died. I got none of that, of course. My mother was broken and angry, so much so that she forgot I was alive right there

pull that has on

depend on her for closure, or kind words,

each other is there even if the years and the hurt have chipped

want them to trust

couch and curl up with a blanket, staring at the TV but not

watching it.

I even finish two movies. I stay inside, because something about the untouched snow makes me feel like going out would break the quiet

behind..

something I want to

pass, I find myself glancing at

a

if they're okay. Wonder if they're thinking of me like I'm thinking of

the second movie ends, the back of my head is beginning to hurt from the lack of stimulations. I wash my

the hot water until my skin

step

2/4

We'll See You Soon

wrap myself in a thick towel and start drying

the front door open.

sound of boots scraping against

easy

the best way.

smile, biting on my

They're home.

I drop the towel I was using on my hair and dash out

in just the one around

against the wooden floors. My heart is pounding for an entirely different reason now. When I reach the bottom of the stairs, they're there. The three of them, standing just inside the door. Shaking off snow. Talking. Laughing. They take off their boots, their coats, and each one is oblivious to