Secrets of Us A Forbidden Love Romance (Alina)

Chapter 210

Letting Go of the Noise

The shower doesn't help.

I stay under the hot spray until my fingers wrinkle, until the smell of chili and french fries is long gone. My skin is pink from the hot water, but my nerves are still on fire. My heart hasn't stopped hammering in my chest, regardless of how much I try to calm my

breathing.

The shame won't rinse off. The cruel words still echo loud in my ears.

Whore. Slut. Desperate.

I tug on a clean set of pajamas and twist my wet hair into a towel. I'm so tired, but I know

I won't be able to sleep like this. Not with my chest feeling like it's full of shattered glass. Not with my stomach still turning.

Might as well get my stupid ice cream.

I make my way down the hallway quietly, heading to the kitchen. The house is mostly dark, but Zaid has turned on the warm under cabinet lights, casting a soft golden glow across the counters.

Zaid's sitting at the island, hunched over his sandwich. He hasn't taken a bite, he's sort of just staring at it.

His eyes lift when I walk in, and I don't miss the way they flick down my body in a slow, heated, lingering gaze. It's just a second too long.

I feel it like a spark against my skin. But then he blinks, clears his throat, and pushes back his stool, standing up. I'm left with my stomach tightening and my breath shallow.

He walks over to the fridge, opening the freezer and reaches into it. "Are you going to tell me what happened?"

He pulls out the dented pint of ice cream and grabs a spoon without needing to ask me.

I sit on a stool with a sigh, resting my elbows on the counter. "Sadie happened." He pauses. His jaw ticks.

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"Of course she did," he mutters, opening the cabinet for a bowl. "She's a bitch."

makes me bristle, sending my skin into a

cabinet like the weight of everything suddenly hits him. "I'm sorry, you know? For

for

not

about

anything right away. Just gives

a minute. His strong profile, the tired way his shoulders slope.

his ear that I know

than ice cream. More than

my throat, trying to

sleep?" I ask, my voice

chewing. His eyes flick to mine, and

all

doesn't finish

He doesn't have to.

exactly what

And it hurts.

in silence, and when he finishes his sandwich, he still doesn't get up. I finish the last spoonful of ice cream slowly, letting my spoon

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to the sink, rinsing my bowl. The entire time I can feel Zaid's eyes

listen to the logic my brain

but can't find the

I whisper, before slipping out

footsteps are light on the stairs, the

inside, the door clicking shut

my side of

peel back the covers and slide in

pulling it back around my waist, needing the

of him. Just the touch

his arm drapes around me, he

he mumbles, voice groggy and

I whisper, stroking his forearm.