Love Novel 95

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.
“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.”
My cheeks heat up, and I peek up at him, catching the way his dark eyes still drink me in. “Zaid—”
He shifts, turning slightly so he can face me better, his hand lifting to cup my face. The playfulness in his gaze disappears,
replaced with an intensity that makes the breath leave my lungs.
I’m aching for him, for much more than just physical touch. I want to know him as much as I know myself, see every
insecurity and everything he loves about himself.
“There are things I need to say to you,” he murmurs, his thumb stroking my cheek.
That makes alarm bells ring in my ears, but I keep my expression neutral.
“Things that normal boyfriends tell their girlfriends. Things I never got a chance to say because of how fast we’ve been
moving.”
I frown slightly, my heart hammering at how serious he looks.
“Tell me,” I whisper, placing a hand on his chest.
He licks his lips, exhaling a soft breath. “You are the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen.”
I smile at that, biting my lip. “You’ve told me that before.”
His eyes are on my lips, and a toe-curling, beautiful smile lifts his lips. God, it makes me feel things deep in my heart
“But I haven’t told you how you scared me at first.”
I jerk out of his hands, chuckling. “Scared you?”
He drops his hands, holding mine, our fingers intertwined. He swallows and then continues. “Because of how much you made me feel.”
My eyebrows shoot up. “When we first met?”
He nods. “I could see the brokenness in your eyes. The same one that I feel in my chest. I knew from the beginning that
you’d completely change my life.”
My breath shudders and I scoot closer to him.
“I feel like… like we share the same soul.”
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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?”
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 is beside me.
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Jake’s eyes are locked onto Zaid, disbelief and barely contained fury rippling through them. Zaid doesn’t even move. He
just tilts his head, calm as ever.
Jake steps forward, voice rising. “Are you seriously flirting with your brother’s girlfriend?”
My stomach knots. “Jake, stop—”
His attention stays locked onto Zaid, ignoring me completely. “You have feelings for her?”
I reach for Jake’s arm, trying to calm him, but his whole body is humming with anger. He jerks away from my touch and
that’s when I see the flash of shock, hurt, and jealousy in his eyes. It’s all swirling inside of him, threatening to boil over.
Zaid finally moves, stepping forward, closer to Jake and to me. “And what if I do?”
Jake’s nostrils flare. “Then you’re a piece of shit.”
“Jake!” I snap, but my voice wavers. Talk about the pot calling the kettle black.
Zaid laughs, because, like me, he’s in on the joke. But that only makes Jake angrier.
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?”
Jake turns to him sharply, still vibrating with anger. “Did you know?”
Aiden blinks. “Know what?”
Jake lets out a bitter laugh. “That your brother over here has been in love with your girlfriend this whole fucking time?”
My chest tightens.
Aiden’s face shifts, something flickering behind his eyes. He looks at Zaid apologetically, like telling him he’s sorry the cat
is out of the bag.
Jake notices, too. He stills, his whole body going rigid, his expression shifting from rage to realization. His gaze flicks
between the two of them before it lands on Zaid with something sharp and accusing.
“You’re with her too,” he breathes out, his voice barely above a whisper.
The air in the room turns thick as silence stretches between us.
And when Zaid answers yes, the silence in the room shatters.