Finding Delaware (State of Us #1)

by Bree Wiley

With a sigh, I gaze over all the dancing bodies, looking for signs of a dark head of hair. “Taylor doesn’t really like anyone, honestly. Except his close friends.” “He likes you.” Royce’s eyes glitter and my heart kicks up as I frown down at him. “Yeah, no. Pretty sure he hates me.” “Hmm,” he hums as he grabs my arm, pulling me away toward the stage. “I saw the way he looked at you. Pretty sure your stepbrother is in love with you, babe.” He...what? I stammer, completely flabbergasted, because that’s just ridiculous. Taylor has done nothing but make my life hell for years. He’s hurt me, not just emotionally but physically. His fist has connected with my face more times than I can count. I may not know much about love, but I know what it looked like for my parents, and you don’t do those sorts of things to someone you love. Right? Royce grins. “I can see how thrilled you are about that revelation.” No, actually, I feel like I’m going to be sick. Because there’s no way in hell Taylor fucking Tottman could love anything else other than himself and his bike. That’s just who he is. “He’s a narcissistic asshole who uses people,” I mutter, wishing I had another drink. “I seriously doubt he can love anyone.” “We all feel it in our own ways.” He tilts his head, studying me, and I drop my gaze because I’m worried about what he’ll see. The room starts to feel too hot, too crowded, too many bodies pressed together. Suddenly, I feel adrift, like I’ve been capsized in a sea of strangers...