Secrets of Us A Forbidden Love Romance (Alina) novel Chapter 117

With Her, Too–1

I bury my face in Zaid’s shoulder, hoping to hide the flush that creeps up my cheeks.

I can’t believe that happened last night.

Never in my wildest dreams… did the alcohol make me bolder?

Not to mention how sore I am. It’d be impossible not to, especially with how big and thick they both are. My body tingles, but that hum of pain rattles through me. I won’t be able to be with either of them for a day or two.

Aiden laughs at something that happens in the movie, and I blink back to reality. His hands run up from my ankle to my calf, a mindless caress he’s been doing since we forced ourselves out of bed.

We’re in the living room, movie on the tv and the lights from the Christmas tree are still on. My body is draped lazily over both Aiden and Zaid, my head resting on Zaid’s shoulder while my legs stretch across Aiden’s lap. A thick blanket covers all of us, covering us in warmth, but it does little to ease the soreness wracking my body.

I

groan softly as I shift, and Aiden tightens his grip on me instinctively.

Zaid shifts, looking down at me with a raised eyebrow. “You okay, love?”

“I hate you both,” I mutter, eyes half–lidded in exhaustion.

Aiden chuckles. “We had to carry you downstairs. The least you could do is be grateful.”

I tilt my head back to glare up at him. “Grateful? I can’t sit for more than five minutes.”

Zaid tilts my head toward him with a grip on my chin. “It burns good, though, right?”

My stomach coils immediately, and I exhale, leaning closer to him.

Aiden pats my thigh, his tone teasing. “I’m making some snacks. What do you guys

want?”

“Ice cream,” I say immediately.

“Popcorn,” Zaid adds.

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“And something to drink?” I add with a smile.

Aiden nods. “Got it. Try not to fall asleep.” He disappears into the kitchen, leaving me alone with Zaid.

Silence settles between us, comfortable but heavy. I sigh, relaxing against him, but then I feel his eyes on me, lingering, intense. I lift my head from his shoulder and sit up, looking at him. “What’s wrong?”

His eyes leave a trail of heat as he studies the expression on my face. “I can’t stop thinking about how beautiful you looked last night.”

as I know myself, see every insecurity and everything he loves about himself.

That makes alarm bells ring in my ears, but I keep my expression neutral.

because of how fast we’ve been moving.”

“Tell me,” I whisper, placing a hand on his chest.

seen.”