Page 43 of Divine Obsession

“Don’t. Even. Think. About. It.” He spoke without even looking at me.

I was surprised my glare didn’t burn right through his chiseled side profile.

“I don’t like you.”

Trevor turned to face me, leaning in so close I had to lean back, as he caged me in. And for a moment, his eyes dropped to my pink-heart pendant, thenlower, sending a flush across my face and chest at the reminder of the other night.

“I'll take that as a challenge,” He murmured, deep and low, so only I could hear.

His words scared me.

He wasn’t going to leave me alone anytime soon.

“Miss Moretti.”

My head snapped to the front.

“Care to share what’s more interesting than the science of body language?” The professor sarcastically asked me, while having no problem with Trevor practically occupying half of my seat. “Didn’t think so.”

“Figlio di puttana,” I muttered under my breath when he turned back around to write on the board.

I felt Trevor’s mouth press against my ear before I heard his words. “Careful, Miss Perfect. Your mask is slipping.”

I skipped my next class.

The really prestigious course, super hard to get into, advanced coding class with Dr Davis, that I’d been extremely lucky to get accepted into?

Yeah. For multiple reasons.

I didn’t feel like being around Trevor. My heart had been beating out of my chest the entire time, and I was tired of constantly fixing my posture or hair because I knew he was watching me.

Him touching me in that dark hallway, at my birthday – and me not pushing him away – had started something catastrophic, that was spinning out of control at lightning speed, with every second we spent around each other.

I prided myself on being smart. I always knew what to do.

Trevor prided himself on being analytical. He never did something illogical.

Yet here we were. Both of us, doing something we knew we weren’t supposed to do.

But the moment he was looking at me, I started asking myself,Why not?

His touch made all reason leave my head.It was purely physical. A fatal attraction.

But more importantly, I had much more important things to do. Such as badgering cops at the NYPD on information regarding Maria’s case.

They said if you didn’t find someone within twenty-four hours, the chances of finding them alive dropped by ninety percent.

Maria had been officially classified as disappearing for almost three months now.

I hated to admit that my hopes that she had simply run away and she wasfineas always, were slimming with each day.

I was scared.

There was not a single piece of information or evidence in her case.

It was almost as if she…Disappeared.

Chaos swarmed all around me as I made my way through the downtown police station, my pink heels clicking behind me.

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