Secrets of Us A Forbidden Love Romance (Alina)

Chapter 220

Leather Journals

The rest of the trip passes in by in contentment. Peace.

We don't have another confrontation or a deep conversation, and I'm thankful for it. Even

more thankful that we aren't forced to share a bed again.

When Zaid woke up, he pulled away like I had burned him.

And maybe I had.

I burn for him.

For once, things are easy. We exist in the same space without feeling the need to fill the silence, and it doesn't feel like something is missing. It feels full in its own

quiet way.

I rest my head against the window, watching the blur of trees and signs pass. Zaid hums along to the music, tapping the wheel in rhythm, and every now and then, he glances at

1. me.

I never look directly at him, because although I feel better than I have in days, sometimes it's still too much. The heaviness hasn't disappeared completely, but it's settled. Like we're learning how to carry it.

We had to stop by and buy a couple of coats and blankets, neither one of us used to the

weather this far east and north.

By the time we reach Virginia, the sun is low, casting everything in a beautiful orange light.

The air smells different here, fresher, cleaner. Hopeful, almost. And the glass against my

cheek is cold.

Zaid pulls off the road and drives up the narrow gravel path that winds around a gentle hill. When the house comes into view, my breath catches.

It's exactly how I remember it from the listing. The white wood, the wraparound porch, the tall windows that I just know make the house feel light and bright.

My eyes shift to the sign in the front yard and the large bold letters that spell out 'sold'.

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sadness creeping

to face him, there's a quiet smile on his

frown, confused, and turn back

puts the car in

it?" I

"Made some calls. Got my

and I just stare at him.

for more words. I'm already

and around the

spark in my eyes when I

sun like church windows. It's surrounded by trees whose leaves are touching the

pressing both hands over my

with soft eyes. His

perfect."

by the front door where the lockbox is. My heart hammers in my chest when he opens it, and I

house is empty but alive. With hardwood floors, big open rooms, windows

him, exploring room by room, pointing things out,

space could

says. "Pick out whatever rooms

the living room, arms wide like

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with narrowed eyes. "I can't believe you bought it without even seeing it in person

all casual. "It's the house you wanted. I wanted to make sure

it."

chest.

brings in our bags. I mostly hover, pretending to be helpful. For a

the floor and admire the

then it hits me, too hard,

eyes. A wedding dress. Laughter

running across the porch.

blink hard and shove it away, clutching my chest. Not now. I need to focus on

and eat cross-legged on the floor with

from Zaid's phone, and blankets spread out like a little camp in

Simple. And then Zaid shifts, reaching

have something

I lean

me? He's already given me so

down. It's a leather-bound journal, smooth and new, blank pages waiting to be filled. I run my hands over the cover, then flip through