Secrets of Us A Forbidden Love Romance (Alina)

Chapter 172

Don't Want to Be Alone

I'm chewing on my bottom lip as I watch the lights and street signs pass overhead.

The ride is quiet, so quiet that I can hear my own breathing,

Every tick of the turn signal, every shuffle of clothing grates against my ears like it's too loud. Zaid's hands have a tight hold on the wheel. I watch at his knuckles turn white, watch the way his jaw flexes every time we hit a red light.

The tension increases with every second, and he clears his throat before he finally speaks.

"Jace finally has a girlfriend," he says out of nowhere. His voice scratchy, rough like he hasn't used it in days.

I blink, startled, and turn to look at him.

Jace?

We've never talked about Jace. I mean, I know who he is. I've met him and talke to him before. But why is he bringing him up now?

I have to hold in my laugh, stop myself from asking him why we're talking about Jace. I give him something because I can tell he's grasping for normal. For small talk that doesn't exist right now.

"Oh, yeah? That's good for him, I guess."

Zaid nods, once and sharp. His leg bounces a little, the only sign of his fraying patience, his nerves. "Yeah."

It's all he says. I don't think he knows what he's saying at this point.

I almost laugh. Almost.

The comment is so far out of left field, I can't believe he's trying this hard to just talk to

1. me.

We fall quiet again; it makes me press my hand to my stomach, even though I already feel sick enough. I focus on breathing. Zaid keeps driving, but the closer we get, the more rigid

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time we pull into the

it fear? Anger? Anxiety?

shoves it into park harder than he needs to. He exhales through his nose, fast and

out without thinking, placing my hand

hand there, trying to be

you mind waiting in the

think it might help him

would make me feel better knowing you're

there's something stricken in his eyes. Something hollow and aching. But after a long second,

do that," he says

get out of the car together, and I feel him behind me, breathing heavy. In and out. His hand finds mine as we walk toward the building, his fingers sliding between mine without asking. His grip is warm

Zaid hovers just a few feet away. His eyes stay on me, even when I sit down again. They call

him one last time, but he stays seated, his elbows braced

rocks back and forth.

enough. I get checked out. They ask me questions. Take samples. And

Not pregnant.

are a

me something

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to

those words are

starting to blur, my heartbeat racing ahead

hazy around the edges. I take two steps before my knees buckle. Zaid is there in an instant, his arms catching me,

my head, but it's

only shake my

tight

me upright.

and the quiet swallows us, I close my eyes and breathe. I

not pregnant," I tell him, my voice

happens. Then he lets out a slow breath and reaches for me, his hand finding the back of my neck as he pulls me toward him. His lips

of my head.

that for

No words.

Just breathing.