Secrets of Us A Forbidden Love Romance (Alina)

Chapter 232

He Is Home

The drive back home is quiet.

I feel the lump in my throat, my mouth dry. It makes my tongue stick to the top of my mouth and I don't even know how to start this conversation.

Zaid has one hand on the wheel, the other resting on his thigh, and I can see the way his fingers flex every so often. I want to reach for his hand, place it on my lap and caress his

skin.

But I don't know what he needs from me right now. His jaw is tight. He hasn't said a word since we left Elena's. The soft hum of the engine fills the silence between us. Music no longer plays from the speakers, and my thoughts are anything but quiet.

My stomach twists, each turn of the road feeling like it coils the nerves in my gut tighter and tighter. I can't stop thinking about Elena's offer and what that means for me and

Zaid.

A full year in Florence, of painting, of freedom, of finally stepping into something that feels like it was made just for me. It feels like a godsend.

I glance at Zaid. The tension in his shoulders, the way he's chewing on the inside

of his cheek. Leaving him now, after everything, feels like the cruelest thing I could ever do.

"Zaid," I whisper as we turn into the house.

He doesn't look at me. He pulls into the garage and parks. For a moment, he just sits there. Then finally, he says quietly, "It's okay. You don't have to make your decision based

on me."

Before I can argue, he's out of the car.

standing at the island with his hands shoved into his pockets, staring down

pushing myself between

to make space for mine. I reach up

1. me.

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softly. "You must not understand what I feel for you. Everything I do, I take you into account. Every choice, every thought, you're

Always."

forehead pressing gently against mine. He breathes me in, and I watch as goosebumps cover his skin. His hands finally move, wrapping around my waist, dragging

my legs pressed with his, our hips touching. I hum, satisfied by the feeling of his body

each other.

miss you," he

brows pinch. "I haven't even decided

to look at me, brushing a strand of

against my

course you're going," he says, so gently it almost breaks me. "You can't not go, Alina. It's an amazing opportunity. You have to go. You'll regret it if

thickens. "I don't know if I can go

smiles, soft and sad all at once. "Maybe that's exactly why you

for a while, wrapped in each other. I don't want to be separated from him for so long. It's

weren't just

I blink. "What?"

my hand and starts walking us

longer to put

to disappear into the ground because no part of me feels like

now.

walking me up

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