Page 61 of Divine Obsession

I knew something bad was going to happen.

I could feel it in the air;sizzling.

When the Harvard’s team captain dedicated that stupid goal to me, my eyes had immediately shot to Trevor.

But he hadn’t been looking at me. He was glaring at the rival team’s captain.

And I was glad for it, since the murderous darkness in his eyes iced the blood in my veins. It froze me to the spot and made anxiety roll off me in waves.

A couple minutes passed, and I naively thought Trevor had maybe forgotten or gotten over it.

It’s not like there was anything between us. He had no claim on me. I wasn’t his girl. I was available. So who was to stop guys from trying to win me over?

The game kept going uneventfully. Zach had control of the basketball again, and all eyes were on him as he shot another three-pointer.

The crowd gasped when Harvard’s captain somehow managed to snatch the ball away. My stomach turned and a sickfeeling overcame me. I watched as he dribbled his way across the court – no doubt, probably about to attempt another slam dunk. God, if he dedicated it to me again, Trevor really would kill him.

Maybe he didn’t have a legit claim over me, or me over him, but something told me he wasn’t about to sit back and watch while another man attempted to take something he was currently interested in.

However, it never got to that, because the rival captain’s shot never made it into the basket.

Trevor blocked him.

He was already up in the air before anyone could blink, smacking his hand down on the basketball and sending it shooting across the court, straight into Zach’s hands, who scored again within seconds. Our team was winning.

The rest of the cheerleaders were right. Thiswouldbe an intense game.

A suppressed cry broke through the gym hall, bringing everyone’s attention back to our home team’s side of the court.

Harvard’s captain was on the ground, holding onto one of his arms with the other, groaning in pain. Then everyone saw the blood and chaos broke loose. Some people screamed from the audience, others rushed down the bleachers, many started looking around and whispering.

My vision zeroed in on the white through all the skin and red. The bone poking out of his bicep.A severely broken arm.

No one could tell it wasn’t an accident. They’d think he just fell on it.

But I knew better.

Especially when Trevor winked at me from across the court as the medics rushed to the rival captain.

That’s when the game should’ve ended. Or at least been rescheduled.

But the teams chose to continue. Harvard’s vice-captain stepped up, someone got off their bench, and everything continued like nothing happened.

Columbia won. Everyone was ecstatic. But I couldn’t bring the smile on my face to be sincere.

My heart was beating out of my chest and I was scared.

Not of Trevor, but whatever it was that was happening between us.

I was on a train heading full speed into destruction. I could feel a heaviness hanging over me, like it was about to explode in my face any second.

We’d already crossed too many lines by even touching each other at all, and now that we had, we couldn’t seem to stop from going even further. Tension cracked between us like static every time we looked at each other.

We might’ve not had sex or even kissed – but the fact that he’d been the first man to give me an orgasm, didn’t lessen the need weighing between my thighs.

The whole thing was insane. From letting Trevor touch me to begin with, to knowing I’d had those thoughts from the very first time I met him.

The worst part was I couldn’t talk to anybody about it.

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