Secrets of Us A Forbidden Love Romance (Alina)

Chapter 256

Chapter 256

Alina, my love,

I can't believe you're already more than halfway through your trip. In counting

down the days until I get to see you again. Not that

I'm desperate or anything.

I'm fucking desperate. I already know I am.

Wanna make a bet? I'll count how many times I had to jerk myself off while you were gone, and you can guess.

Hint: It'll be a lot more than 365.

You remember that dance we had at the wedding, right? Our first kiss? Before you say anything... No, I am not counting that drunken, angry, messy one I stole at Parker's party. That one doesn't count. Actually, I'm officially declaring it erased from the record.

I'm sorry for that, by the way. I was in a terrible place back then. You were driving me insane, love. I'm not kidding, I had to take cold showers three or four times a day just to get you out of my head. And even that barely worked.

You were so beautiful that day at the wedding. Maybe beautiful isn't enough to cover it. You were sexy, like haunting my fucking mind sexy.

One look at you and I swear something inside me snapped. I completely lost it.

My control was already hanging by a thread, but then we kissed. I thought I was going to die. I swear.

I had to spend the entire time in that terrible boarding school trying to forget about you. I made no friends because I was raging the whole time. Everyone probably called me the boner boy, since the simple thought of you made me hard.

Aiden and my dad plotted to send me off to that damn boarding school. Maybe they saw it happening, too. Me, falling

after I beat up

off." And Aiden probably didn't fight it. He knew before

everyone knew. I knew. You

only one who didn't see

an ass to you, maybe if

screwed it up? Maybe we can just, I don't know, start from

everything else was just

can make it up to you, all of it.

you. I'll spend my whole

you if you

can't wait

I'm proud of you, love. Proud that you're chasing your dreams,

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home to me soon,

Always yours, Zaid

the letter down carefully, smoothing the worn edges with my fingers. Fuck, I loved these letters, I breathe for them. Some of them are so creased from me re- reading

vivid detail. Those are extra creased from how much I reread them. That man has a way with words and a

come in handy at night when I miss him a little too much. When wetness pools between my legs and I

my lip. Yupp, I'm definitely doing that tonight. I wonder if I can

I snort at

feeling a

of these letters. Every time I read them, I don't have the feeling in me to say I

and then lovers. Not the messy beginning, not the drunken kiss, not pulling and the pushing. Not the pain and