Secrets of Us A Forbidden Love Romance (Alina) novel Chapter 118

With Her, Too–2

My breath shudders and I scoot closer to him.

“I feel like… like we share the same soul.”

A soft gasp escapes me, my heart twisting painfully. I feel it, too. The intensity and beauty between us. The passion that teeters on the line of hate.

Zaid tightens his hands on mine. “I’ve never met someone who understands exactly what

it feels like to survive when others haven’t.”

I exhale shakily, tears pricking at the back of my eyes. “I know,” I whisper, knowing exactly what he’s talking about. “I feel seen with you.”

He nods. “Exactly. For so long, I thought I wouldn’t find someone worth making me live

life. But I met you and I knew.”

I scoot closer to him.

“I was made for you, love. Only you.”

The tears I was holding back, fall freely. “Zaid.”

“I just want you to understand.”

I frown. There’s that word again. Understand. “Understand what?”

He smiles at me, wiping the tears from my cheeks. “You’ll know.”

I want to be irritated, but the words he just spoke, the way he just opened up? It was everything. Everything I never knew I needed to hear.

I’m about to wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him, but a movement in the doorway

makes me freeze.

Zaid must notice the shift in my expression because he follows my gaze.

Standing in the doorway, seething, is Jake.

He looks at us, his head swiveling between us. “What the fuck?”

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With Her, Too–2

Adrenaline shoots through me, and I stand, shaking my head. I stop my advance when Jakes raises his hands. He looks right at me, anger burning in his eyes.

“What. The. Fuck?” He repeats.

I don’t find words, but Zaid stands, stopping beside me. His shoulder brushes mine and his fingers intertwine with mine. Jake’s anger doesn’t scare me, but it helps to know Zaid

His attention stays locked onto Zaid, ignoring me completely. “You have feelings for her?”

“Jake!” I snap, but my voice wavers. Talk about the pot calling the kettle black.

Before I can say anything else, footsteps sound from the hall, and then Aiden appears, a

bowl of popcorn in one hand, a bottle of water in the other. His brows are furrowed, eyes bouncing between the three of us. “What’s going on?”