Page 89 of Obsessed with my Temptation

It gave me enough peace of mind to turn toward Scott, shaking off the hands holding me and undoing my gloves in seconds.

“Scott, are you okay? Are you hurt?” I asked, putting my hands on his face, looking at him up and down, checking for injuries.

Scott’s blue eyes were wide, cheeks pink from the struggle, and he looked up at me with something akin to awe. “No, I—I’m fine.”

My relieved exhale was ragged. I wanted to kiss him, but we were in the middle of a fucking crowd, and I didn’t want to do that to him, so I just helped him up.

“Travis, Mark was—”

“What is going on here?”

Two police officers were looking between the three of us.

When no one said anything, another two showed up, accompanied by a pissed-off-looking Coach, who was shouting obscenities at them.

“We received an anonymous tip for drug possession. Can you explain this?”

They were looking atme.

Holdingmybag, which was now covered on white powder.

Fuck.

It felt like I was in high school all over again. People were watching me and pointing at me, whispering among themselves, believing this already.

“Officer, this guy was trying to unjustly frame Travis. He put it in there in the first place—” Scott said, staring down a grim-looking Mark.

“Do you have proof?”

My gut was tight with dread, but Scott looked ready to fight an army.

Only he didn’t need to.

Because from among the crowd, Henry Campbell, of all people, showed up accompanied by Antony, the former holding his phone in his hand.

“I have recorded proof of Mark Jacobson planning to frame Travis Ashford for illegal drug possession.”

Both Scott and I stared at him, dumbfounded.

I heard Coach let out a string of curses—in relief.

And I heard Mark start to struggle.

“No, that’s not—”

But Henry was already showing the officers the video—theaudio.

It was damning.

“You will be coming with us.”

The rest went by in a flurry of movement. One second they were there and the next they were gone, leaving Scott and me in the middle of the crowd, but I didn’t notice any of them.

It was just Scott and me here.

“God, Travis, I’m sorry, I was trying to stop him—”

“Nothing to be sorry about, sweetheart,” I said, putting my hands on his face to soothe him, even though we weren’t together anymore, even if a part of me was telling me to stop doing this in front of so many people.

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