Page 68 of Divine Obsession

But soft.

His hand settled on my thigh, comforting and reassuring. Something we hadn’t ever shared before.

We both looked away when the door down the hall, to the surgery room opened. Sandra was rushing towards us.

I immediately stood, Trevor right by my side.

“She’s going to be fine.”

Trevor exhaled deeply, all the tension and anxiety leaving his chest and filling with ease instead.

They began speaking, but my mind was clouded.

Less than a minute later, Sandra was rushing back to where she came through.

Before the door shut behind her, I caught a glimpse of Kali in the hospital bed. My chest ached painfully when I saw the bruises on her face, IVs and bandages on her arms. None of it had seemed real until this moment.

My eyes filled with unshed tears and I turned around to compose myself.

“They said she’s asleep for now, and high on anesthetics. Won’t wake up for a couple of hours.” I heard Trevor’s voice behind me but it sounded distant; muffled.

I nodded but didn’t look his way. Instead, I absently walked down the corridor, in hopes of getting some private time to get myself together.

I struggled for air, my chest jolting with uneven breaths. My hand touched the wall, using it for balance.

“Natalia?”

My eyes burned, my body felt weak and I just couldn’t stand anymore. Grabbing one of the chair’s armrests, I squatted down and covered my face with the other hand.

I couldn’t help the tears falling down my face.

The weight of a rough hand settled on my shoulder. “Natalia.”

A soft sob that I tried to hide, made its way past my lips.

In the next moment, I was pulled up and wrapped in a tight embrace. It took me a second to realize.

Trevor was hugging me.

And Trevorneverhugged.Anyone.

I blinked, confused, as tears streamed down my face.

“You’re okay.” His voice came deep and smooth over the pounding in my temples.

His rough palms were settled along my back as I wrapped my own arms around him. He was so big and muscular, my hands couldn’t surround him, so instead I brought them up and around his shoulders.

God, he could be so…So…

So gentle and comforting if he wanted to.

I couldn’t help but wonder… Was this therealhim? Was the ‘bad guy’ just another act, and it ended up fooling me because I didn’t think him capable of being a gentleman?

He seemed pretty gentle and manly to me right now.

“I don’t know how I held it together until now,” I managed to say, my tears soaking his jacket.

“You should’ve told me.” His voice came muffled, and it was then I realized his face was in my hair.

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