All Chapters of Owned by the Star Quarterback; My Dark Obsession {M*M}: Chapter 31 - Chapter 35

Trevor's POVSchool was already in full swing, student activity going on here and there, everyone moving with the kind of school morning energy that said they had somewhere to be and were getting there. I was moving too, physically at least. The rest of me was somewhere else entirely.I had tried. You know, I had genuinely tried to put the previous day in the past where it belonged, fold it up and slide it somewhere it wouldn't interfere with the parts of my life that required me to be functional. The budget. The lock-in planning. Cambridge. The things that actually had timelines and consequences attached to them.But, it all seemed like it wasn't working.Every time I got close to a clear thought, the shower came back. The water. His hands on the back of my thighs lifting me off the floor. His palm over my mouth. The kiss before all of that — both kisses — and the way he had looked at me after, opened in a way I had never seen on his face before. I kept running it back and it kept la

Trevor's POV "Sean." I said it with a straight face the moment I reached him, cutting through whatever Anna had been building between them. "Can we talk?" I added it cleanly, even while her left hand was still sitting on his shoulder like she had put it there specifically to be seen. Sean looked at me for a fraction of a second like he hadn't expected this. Then something shifted in his expression and he moved… quickly and casually… shrugging Anna's hand off his shoulder like it had never been there, now turning toward me. "What's good, Trevor?" He brought his hand out for a shake, easy and relaxed, like we were just two people running into each other in a corridor. I took his hand because I wanted to see where this was going and also because refusing it in front of Anna felt like handing her something to work with. He pulled me in for a brief hug with it… the kind that lasted ju

Trevor's POV The silence stretched for longer than a silence should. I stood there and watched his face and waited, and the fact that he was taking this long to answer a question that should have had an immediate answer was already telling me something I didn't particularly want to hear. Then he replied. "It doesn't matter." He said it with that particular heaviness of someone who had arrived at a conclusion they didn't like. "Because I am the quarterback. And this town does suck." I looked at him directly. "So this is just you wanting what you can't have." "No!" He snapped, his hand going back through his hair, the movement was all sharp and frustrated this time rather than the thoughtful version. "Goddamnit, Trevor! You don't…" The whistle cut through the wall of the store, sharp and long, and he stopped mid-sentence. Both of us went still for a second. Then the sound of