Secrets of Us A Forbidden Love Romance (Alina)

Chapter 154

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"Aiden." His name leaves my mouth like a plea and an apology all at once. My fingers tremble as I set my hands on the floor.

He exhales sharply, like he's been holding it in too long. "You lied to me."

There's no accusation in his voice. Just the wound, just the pain. It makes my chest ache in a way that feels permanent, like I've done the unforgiveable.

"I'm sorry," I whisper.

He shakes his head, a hollow laugh escaping. "The thing is, I know that."

I shake my head. "I didn't mean to hurt you, that's the last thing I wanted. And I thought I was protecting you from the pain."

He looks down at his hands, then back at me, his gaze piercing. "I understand your. reasoning, but it doesn't feel like it's enough sometimes. I felt like an idiot."

My, voice cracks. "No. I was the idiot. I was scared. I didn't know how you'd react. I didn't know if you'd hate me."

His eyebrows pull together, eyes narrowing like I've said something completely offensive. "I've never given you a reason to think I'd hate you."

"I know," I breathe. "They're my insecurities."

He runs a hand over his face, scrubbing at his jaw like he can rub the hurt out.

The guilt is a physical thing inside me now, twisting and clawing. My throat is tight as I try to form words that don't feel like enough. "There's no justifiable excuse. I was lost when I moved here. Everything felt like it was falling apart. And then you came along, and you made me feel normal. Safe. Like I wasn't broken."

His eyes soften for a second before they harden again. "And Jake made you feel that way,

too."

I nod slowly. "And Zaid."

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His chest rises, then falls. Controlled. But I can see the war going on inside him, in his clenched jaw, the way his fingers twitch like he's holding something back.

"Why didn't you tell me?" he asks again. His voice is gentler this time, but no less pained.

afraid you'd make me choose, and I didn't know if I could," I say,

unreadable. "And if I had made you choose... who would you

closing in on itself. The truth is raw and ugly, but I won't lie. Not now. "No

me. Like he's trying to translate something he doesn't understand. Then he swallows,

he says slowly, "or none of

I nod. "Yeah."

that. It's heavy.

shift closer to him, my palms scraping lightly against the wood

I'm waiting

He doesn't.

on him,

My heart hammers in my chest, but I

take away from what I feel

is different. You're different

moment, like he's absorbing my

them again, he looks so tired.

thumb brushing softly

eyes. "What do you need from me? What can I do so that you feel

can trust me?"

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like he's searching for something he hasn't quite found yet. "Time? I just, I don't want to find out about any more lies. I don't think I could take it. Zaid was one hit and

quickly. "I have no more lies, I promise. I'm an open book now.

nods, slowly. His hand slides from my cheek to the back

My eyes flutter closed, and I press into him, tasting the hesitation, the uncertainty, but also the need. The kiss

Careful turns desperate.

Soft turns hard.

Gentle turns painful.

on either side of him. His arms wrap

with something raw. His fingers dig

real. I kiss him harder, my hands fisting in his shirt, clinging to him, pouring everything I can't say

feel his erection

were so

twinges that