Page 24 of Divine Obsession

My eyes met his as another flash illuminated over us. The intensity of his abyss gaze. My breath caught at the fact that hewas taking me in. I didn’t know what his look meant; only that it shouldn’t be happening.

Not when his sister,my best friend, was a couple feet away.

It was in that moment I realized his palms still burned into my waist. Or the fire incinerating over my skin the longer he continued tonot let go.

The heaviness of his touch dropped like a weight between my thighs.

“You having fun?”

“Yeah,” I breathed.

“Good.” His voice, deep and smooth like expensive liquor, washed over me.

The music was still booming.

Everyone was still dancing around us.

But we…

We were frozen in time.

“No drink?” He asked, glancing down at my empty hands.

“I was just getting one.”

He nodded.

Another beat passed before he glanced over my head, and I swore I felt his fingersdigginginto my waist.

“Zach,” Trevor spoke over my head. “Watch Kali. I’ll be back.”

“Sure thing,” Zach smirked, his eyes switching between Trevor and me, like he knew something we didn’t.

“Come with me.”

Before I even had the chance to retort, Trevor’s hand took hold of mine with assurance and pulled me with him. The crowd parted for him without realizing and I was pretty sure no one even noticed I was with him – probably since the top of my chest barely reached his shoulder.

The moment we entered the spacious kitchen, a small group who was already there hanging out, picked up their drinks and headed out.

People submitted to him without even realizing. I didn’t know if it was because ofhimor his family’s money but our first encounter was starting to make a lot more sense. Guess no one apart from his sister had ever stood up to him or given it to him straight.

Considering the reaction his mom had over him wearing anoff-white shirt instead ofcloud-white, his reaction to me spilling champagne on him had becomeslightlymore valid.

“What do you like?” Trevor asked, walking towards and opening a grand, rich-people fridge.

“Umm…”

Drinking wasn’t really my thing. Just like this party wasn’t really my scene.

After coming to terms with the fact that I wasn’t getting out of the system as a pre-teen, I’d been so busy studying, working and trying to make something of myself.

This was my first house party. I hadn’t gone to any with Kali while at NYU but my life had taken a completely new turn in the past two months.

One drink with Trevor Su couldn’t hurt.

I bit my lip, peeking inside the double-door fridge.

“There’s beer, vodka, tequila…” He went on, trying to help me decide.

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