Secrets of Us A Forbidden Love Romance (Alina) novel Chapter 48

Sick

I’m going to be sick.

I cover my mouth with my hand and run out of the living room and into the bathroom. Aiden catches the door before I can close and he sneaks inside with me, his hands at my sides as I lean over the sick.

My stomach rolls and I groan.

Aiden grabs my hair, tucking it behind my ear as he whispers. “You’re taking this a bit harder than I thought you would.”

I close my eyes, ignoring the saliva that fills my mouth. Tears prick the back of my eyes and I shake my head. “It’s different.”

He rubs his hand on my back. “What do you mean?”

My eyes hurt as I open them and look at him through the reflection of the mirror. “My father died a year ago. I wasn’t expecting her to move on so soon.”

That’s partly true.

Aiden’s face falls, and he reaches for the sink, turning the knobs until lukewarm water splashes against the porcelain. He cups his hand and brings some of the water to the back of my neck. It makes my skin prickle and a shiver runs down my spine.

I hold onto his wrist. “How are you feeling about this?”

He frowns, swallowing. “It’s weird.”

I nod.

“And your mom’s a bitch.”

I snort, but then my stomach rolls again and I bend down lower to rest my forehead on my hands. “Are we- are we going to live together?”

He tenses. “Shit. I didn’t even think about that.”

“What are people going to say?” I groan.

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He chuckles. “You care about that?”

I shake my head and lift my eyes to his reflection. “Maybe.”

He grips my arms and turns me around, lifting me onto the counter as he settles himself between my legs. “We’ve been delt a shit card.”

I nod. “Terrible.”

His mouth quirks with a smile. “We’ll get through it.”

His hands cup my cheeks, thumbs rubbing against my skin. It’s soothing, but it’s still not enough to calm the storm in my body. My stomach twists again and I let my forehead fall

against his chest.

Did he go after her on purpose? Becuase she’s my mom? Has he slept with her yet?

Fuck, I can’t think straight. I refuse to acknolwedge the jealous ache in my chest and attribute it to disgust instead.

“They want to get married during winter break.”

I squeeze his biceps, still not lifting my head. “So soon?”

He runs his hands down my spine. “It’s when Zaid will be here.”

Fuck, it all just gets worse.

“Um, they made us dinner.”

I lift my head, eyes widening. “I’m literally going to throw up.”

He cringes. “I’m sorry.”

He helps me off the counter, and we make our way to the dining room where Jake and mom are already waiting for us.

That dinner is the single most fucking awkward thing to ever happen to me.

The sound of clinking silverware is the only thing to fill the space and I am on the verge of suffocating. I can’t even look at my mother. She’s smiling to herself but all I can think

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