Secrets of Us A Forbidden Love Romance (Alina)

Chapter 173

Because of You

I don't know how much time passes, but I know it's hours. The sun shifts through the window and I twist to lie on my back.

There's a lump in my throat, everything inside of me struggling to come out.

I sigh, and Zaid looks down at me, his fingers trailing down my arms. "Do you want to talk

about it?"

I swallow. "I'm not pregnant."

He frowns at that, breathing slowly to prepare himself. "Did you want to be?"

I shake my head. "No, I don't think so."

His fingers draw circles on my skin. "It makes you sad?"

I sigh. "She told me I could've been pregnant at one point. Something about my

hormones or something."

He pulls slightly away, looking down at me, eyes searching mine. "Love."

I don't want his pity, I just wanted someone to know, someone to be in the darkness with me. "I don't know how to feel about it." me.

He closes in on me, his hands finding their way under my shirt and around my waist. My stomach twists and I push at his chest. "Zaid, not know, I don't want to-"

"Fuck, Alina. I'm not trying to have sex with you."

I look up at him, new tears streaming down my cheeks. He looks pained, hurt, surprised

that I would assume that.

"I just want to hold you."

My skin breaks out into goosebumps, and I press into him. "I'm sorry, I just-"

for. I can't even

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just, I feel stupid

"Why?"

I didn't want to be.

hold on me

The confession slides out

I'll be here, always,” he whispers, pressing a kiss

I blink at that.

clears his throat, chest rising with his next words. "I know it was impossible for the baby to have been mine, but I would

tears

"You feel like a girl mom

I struggle to breathe.

loved her so much.

my heart in check. "Well, she would have been either your

so that

make that part of the conversation much less

his next words are. "I don't give a fuck about that. Fuck Jake. Fuck Aiden, I

"Zaid-"

"Because I love you."

that for a second, I think I imagined it. But I didn't.

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into the air

up. My

No. No, no, no.

hard I feel sick. I can't do

head, the walls closing

to my chest like I can physically hold myself together,

were stolen from

a thousand things he wants to say. Then, in a voice raw with emotion, he murmurs, "I don't need you to say

It's rage.

him, something sharp and painful twisting