Chapter 249

Zaid drives with one hand on the wheel, the other resting casually on his thigh. The sky outside is shifting into that dark black of night, and the silence between us isn't awkward. It's just full of the things we're giving each other things to say.

I glance over at him. The slope of his nose. The slight pull on his brow. The way

his lashes fan against his cheekbones when he

blinks.

He catches me.

"You're staring," he says, a small smile tugging at his lips.

I don't even pretend to look away.

"I can't help it,” I say softly. "You're so beautiful to me."

His jaw flexes just once, and he reaches across the console for my hand. Our fingers tangle together like muscle memory.

I look down at them. "We have a week. Just us. Before I go."

"I know," he says quietly, and even though he's still smiling, I hear the weight in his voice.

There's a silence again.

I squeeze his hand gently. "It's going to suck, but it's also going to be good. I mean, you knew I needed this. Before I even did."

He nods, not looking at me, eyes fixed on the road ahead. "I knew. And I want you

to have it. The space. The freedom. You're own piece of life."

His words warm me, and then guilt straddles my chest. I hesitate and take a breath. “Jake came by. While you and Aiden were gone that one day."

He finally glances at me.

is in my throat. "He gave me the

his other hand

"Why wouldn't

and brings both of his hands to the wheel. "I didn't want you to feel like you owed me anything. You broke up with Jake, and then Aiden. What if you felt the need to break up with

won't. I

You had to leave

the tears from

matter who you chose, you have a

to miss you so

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Chapter 249

his breath, but there's no humor in it, just tenderess. "You have

him more as he pulls into

hand wraps around my wrist. He pulls me in, cupping my face before kissing me

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hips press into mine, and I gasp from

wanting to do this all week," Zaid

his lips. "Me,

and settles over me. His hands explore my

are we doing?"

Zaid frown. "Right now?"

now. For the next week, when I get back from Italy. When are

briefly, his eyes soft and sure. He pulls me with him as he sits, setting me on his lap

says. "The way I grew up, the way I guarded myself. Everything that happened in the accident, and then everything that happening in the hospital.

scared, too," I

why this is good. You going to Italy. Me, staying. Facing the stuff I've avoided for

across his knuckles. "So what are

future, and right now,

My throat is tight.

it out when you come back," he adds.

finally spilling over, but I don't

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