Secrets of Us A Forbidden Love Romance (Alina)

Chapter 157

Don't Want to Talk-1

The movie plays on the screen while Zaid's hand rests on my thigh. He's rubbing circles into my skin, but all it does is make me annoyed that it's really the only contact I've gotten all day.

I ignore the comments the guys make as they point out the flaws in the movie. Usually I'd join in, but tonight I can't seem to care.

I'm sitting between Zaid and Aiden, while Jake is on the recliner on his own.

They've all been a bit quieter today. Weirdly quiet.

Like I might break if they even look at me too hard. It's pissing me off.

They're walking on eggshells. Not flirty. Not playful. No teasing. Like they all know what today is and they think I'm going to shatter any second. Like I haven't been walking around with this day carved into me every day for the past two years.

I clench the blanket around me tighter, digging my nails into the fabric to keep the sting in my eyes from turning into something worse.

I don't want to cry. I don't want to feel it.

When the movie ends, Aiden leans forward to shut the TV off, but I grab the remote first.

"Wait, I'm not tired. I'm going to put something else on," I say, clicking through the apps to choose another one.

Absolute silence is what I get from them all.

"You guys good with this one?" I ask, my voice flat.

shrugs, even though I can tell he's tired. His eyes are heavier than usual, and there's a small line between his brows, like

says nothing. His gaze just darkens, his nostrils flaring like he's

Want to Talk

Zaid's head tilts against the back of the couch, his breathing going soft

while, I stare at the screen, not really watching. I let my mind go blank because the moment

Not right now.

the credits roll, I search for another movie without looking at Jake. I figure he's out cold too, like the other

"It's late, you know."

jump from where I'm sitting and look

head.

My eyes drop to

I don't want to have

silence before I hear him shift.

him, and he's already

hesitate. My body has been craving his

and into his lap,

against him. He smells like soap and clean clothes, like he could be

and it just tears me apart. I shake my head, but I don't speak before he opens his

"Alina, I'm so sorry-"

whisper, tensing. "I don't

and he swallows thickly. He

and real. Like he's trying to pull me out of myself, like he's trying to anchor me

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