Love Novel 73

The cool air brushes against my face as I step outside, but it does little to cool the heat simmering beneath my skin.
My skin feels flushes, restless and unsteady. I’m burning from the inside out. Jake’s comforting kiss still lingers on my lips
and my pussy is alight with the thought of Zaid’s head between my legs.
Fuck, what is wrong with me?
It’s all I can think of, all I can focus on. I’m losing my freaking mind.
I walk quickly, my shoes crunching against the pavement. It’s not particularly cold out, but my pace is fueled by the need
for space, for air, for anything that might help me regain control of everything swirling inside me.
That house is all Matthews. How can I expect myself to stay under control?
The sound of heavy footsteps sound behind me, and I close my eyes briefly, groaning inwardly. The tension in my
shoulders tightens when I hear his voice.
“Alina.”
Of course.
I keep walking, biting the inside of my cheek, but Zaid doesn’t slow down. Within seconds, he’s at my side, his hand
resting on my waist like it belongs there, fingers digging into my skin.
My breath hitches, and I hate the way my body reacts to the simple touch. With the next few steps, I let my body lean
into his.
He chuckles low and rough; the sound sending a shiver down my spine. He walks at my pace and lowers his lips to my
ear, his breath caressing my lobe. “You look tense.”
I shove at him with my elbow.
He inhales. “Not enough time to satisfy yourself?”
My head snaps toward him, eyes wide. “Zaid!”
He smirks unapologetically, his dark eyes gleaming with amusement. “I’m just saying you looked so flushed and wet on my dresser.”
“You’re an asshole,” I snap, slapping his arm.
He shrugs, his grin widening. “I’m just surprised you’ve held off this long.”
I stop in my tracks, hands balling into fists at my sides as I turn to face him. “Did you come out here just to tease me?”
His smile softens slightly, but it doesn’t lose its edge. “No.” He shakes his head, stepping closer. “I came to ask you on a
date.”
I blink, caught completely off guard. “What?”
Zaid’s smile grows, and he reaches up to brush his thumb against my cheek and then across my lips. The simple touch
makes my heart stutter and my knees feel weak.
“Go on a date with me,” he breathes. His eyes study my expression, as if wanting to see my reaction. They drop to my lips
for a second before returning to my eyes.
My lips part, but no words come out. The heat in my chest spreads outward. A date with Zaid?
“When?” I manage to ask, my voice barely above a whisper.
He licks his lips, his gaze dropping to mine again. “Tonight.”
I nod slowly, then hesitate. “But I don’t want your dad to know.”
Zaid’s brows furrow, and he looks genuinely confused. “My dad?”
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I nod, hoping to not give anything away. “Wouldn’t it be weird that I’m dating both of his sons?”
“Why would he care? He shouldn’t have any say in who you date.”
I nod again, quickly this time, but my thoughts are anything but calm. If Jakes finds out about this, he would be so angry
that I left him out of it. He would maybe even be hurt.
Before I can dwell on it too much, Zaid grabs my hand, lacing his fingers through mine.
“Come on, I have something for you,” he says, tugging me gently toward the house.
I frown, curiosity prickling at the edges of my thoughts. “What is it?”
The tension between us hums like an electric current. Every time his fingers brush against mine or his gaze lingers a moment too long, my body reacts instinctively. The heat inside me builds, and I know without a doubt that Zaid feels it,
too.
“I bought you something,” He smirks as he looks at me.
My teeth bury themselves in my lower lip. “You did?”
He nods. “I was thinking you could wear it on our date tonight.”
My heart flutters and I just know it’s a dress. I smile to myself as we keep walking toward the house.
I steal glances at him, my heart rate quickening.
I want him, and I’ve wanted him for some time. There’s just no denying that anymore.
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He can be beyond irritating and frustrating, and he pulls on every last one of my nerves, but I like him. He’s so much more complex than people give him credit for and I’m finding that I like peeling back every layer.
He’s intense and angry, but he can be caring and soft.
He knows what it’s like to survive something that kills the people you love the most. It’s something no one can really
understand.
When we reach the house, Zaid leads me inside. His grip on my hand drops the moment we walk through the kitchen.
Jake is still in there, making himself a cup of coffee. He only looks up at us, but says nothing as we make our way up the
stairs.
As soon as we step into Zaid’s room, I see the bags on his bed and I frown. “Is this why you left me?”
A smile grows on his lips and he locks the door. “Yeah, you gave me an idea.”
“What do you mean?”
He walks around me toward his bed, his fingers grazing the skin of my arm until goosebumps spread through me. “I
thought you were a prude.”
I lift an eyebrow. Where the hell is this going?
“But then you nearly suffocated me with your pussy, and I figured you were open to a lot more than I thought.”
My eyes dart to the bags on the bed and my body turns hot, my heart hammering in my chest. “There’s not a dress in
there, is there?”
He cocks his head to the side and frowns. “A dress?”
I blow out a steady stream of air.
He reaches into a bag and my breath catches in my throat when he lifts his hand and shows me what he is so proud of