Page 25 of Divine Obsession

When I looked up at him, still unsure and slightly embarrassed…

He smirked. “Don’t tell me you’ve never drank before.”

“I’ll just have whatever you’re having.”

“I’m not drinking. Basketball season and all,” He explained after I gave him a questioning look.

“Water it is then.”

“Or…” His eyes sparked before moving a beer box out of the way.

I audibly gasped. “Secret stash ofMogu Mogu?!”

“Yep. All flavors too.”

“Pink one, please.”

Something elusive passed through his eyes. “Of course.”

Trevor passed me one of the small lychee bottles before taking a mango one for himself. While he leaned against the marble island in the center of the spacious kitchen, I hopped up on it.

Now we werealmosteye-to-eye level.

“Not gonna lie…” I paused, after taking a few sips. “Didn’t take you for aMogu Mogutype of guy.”

He chuckled, chewing on some jelly squares, his bottle almost finished already. “My mom got me and Kali into them when we were kids. Her favorite flavor is the blackcurrant one.” He laughed again when I wrinkled my nose. “I know.”

“Are you close with your parents? Kali never talks about them.”

Trevor didn’t answer, only finished his drink in one gulp and went to throw it in the trash.

“Sorry.” I cleared my throat, averting my eyes as he came back. “Didn’t mean to pry.”

This time he stopped in front of me, and it took everything inside me to look him in the eyes knowing there was no dim lighting to hide my blush this time.

I was slightly embarrassed. I’d just asked him a personal question and we barely even knew each other. Sure, sometimes it felt like we were more acquainted because of Kali being the mutual connection, but in reality… This was just thesecond daywe’d met.

“Nah, it’s alright.” Trevor’s words made my chest lighter. “We’re as close as any family can be. But Kali’s always decidedherself that she was the black sheep. It’s why she rebels. Of course, we love her nonetheless.”

I offered a small, genuine smile. “Of course.”

I understoodhowandwhyKali felt the way she did. I loved my new family, but I too felt like I was the black sheep. It still felt like they always knew something I didn’t.

And I wasn’t Moretti enough to hear it yet.

Trevor watched me carefully. I could tell he was assessing me; analyzing. He always did that. I didn’t really understand why.

Did I pretend to be more perfect than I actually was in reality? Sure.

Did I lie to make myself seem better? Who didn’t?

But I was alwaysmyself.

“Listen…” He ran a hand over his short curls. “I’ve been meaning to do this since Davis’ class.”

The air in the room shifted, making my heart beat heavier.

“What?” I asked, slightly breathless again.

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