Secrets of Us A Forbidden Love Romance (Alina) novel Chapter 153

You Cheated

I’ve memorized the ceiling fan at this point. Noticed the pattern on the paint above us, but I can’t seem to look away from it. My mind is reeling, still wondering if this is all a

dream.

My heart is too full. My body is too heavy with a satisfaction I never thought I’d get to feel. Honestly, I feel a little numb.

Zaid’s head rests on my stomach, his hair soft and wild beneath my fingers as I absently run them through the strands. His body stretches down the bed, long legs tangled

between mine, his weight a little much for me, but I don’t care.

Aiden is to my left, his hand resting over my heart, his thumb stroking small circles on my nipple like he needs to feel me breathing beneath his palm.

And Jake is at my right, my leg thrown over his waist as he plays with the inside of my thigh.

They brought Aiden’s bed in here earlier. Moved it right into Jake’s room. I was too delrious from being fucked into oblivion that I didn’t notice. They just dragged it in and

shoved the two beds together so all four of us could fit.

It makes something deep inside me ache in the best way. Because they’re trying. They are

trying.

I breathe in slowly, steady. Or try to. It doesn’t really work. It’s a broken inhale and then I’m laughing.

It starts as a soft chuckle and then grows into a ridiculous laugh.

Aiden starts chuckling with me, and Zaid lifts his head from my stomach to watch me. Jake smiles, looking at me with amusement.

“What?” Zaid chuckles, breathing against my skin.

I cover my mouth with my hand, still laughing. “I just can’t believe that happened.”

“You better believe it did,” Aiden whispers, leaning toward me to press a kiss to my lips.

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“Yeah, because it’s going to happen a lot more often,” Jake mutters under his breath, his fingers pinching my thigh.

I shake my head. “Oh, my god.”

My chest feels tight. I want to cry and scream all at the same time. Overwhelmed isn’t a strong enough word for it.

Their hands, their mouths, their touches earlier tonight gave me everything. It finally

feels like we’re all on the same page now.

Wanting the same thing.

Wanting us.

I close my eyes for a moment, still combing through Zaid’s hair, his soft breaths warm against my skin. When I open them again, the ceiling is still there. So are they.

All three of them. It’s not a dream.

“So, what did you guys talk about today?” I ask, voice soft.

Jake’s chest rumbles with a low sound, a sigh that sounds more like a groan. He tightens his hold on my thigh, pulling me just that much closer. “We still have a lot of shit to work through, but we want to figure it out.”

Aiden shifts beside me, his voice a little quieter. “But there’s still a lot of shit.”

four of us together is amazing?”

“And that we should do everything we can to make this work?”

Jake kisses me, Aiden leans in closer to me and Zaid nips at the skin of my inner thigh before his lips brush lazily against my stomach.

But eventually, Jake grumbles something about us all smelling like sex and sweat, and somehow, that’s enough to get us moving.

We’ve each our own personal pizzas and then Aiden and I made an experimental pizza with absolutely every ingredient known to man.

Much to Jake’s disgust and Zaid’s amusement. As we wait for them to be ready in the oven, I sneak bites of cheese straight from the bag and realize that I’m smiling so much my cheeks hurt.

We eat in the living room, sitting on the floor around the coffee table. The fireplace crackles, and we play board games.

Jake leans back against the couch, watching us with this expression like he’s finally starting to believe this could work. The hours pass and then Jake stands.

“We’re gonna need more firewood,” he says, stretching his arms over his head before dropping them to his sides.

“I’ll help,” Zaid says, already on his feet, and following Jake toward the door.

I smile as they walk out, feeling more at ease with the fact that they are spending time together.

It leaves me and Aiden alone, the quiet settling between us. He doesn’t look at me right away, but I can tell he’s thinking. His fingers trace lazy shapes on the table’s surface, and I wait.

“Do you think we could talk?” He says, voice soft.

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I nod, scooting a little closer. “Yeah, of course.”

His eyes lift to mine, sharp but not unkind. “You cheated on me.”

My heart hammers in my chest, and I struggle for a breath. I blink, guilt straddling my chest as I take in his expression.