Finding Delaware (State of Us #1)

by Bree Wiley

“Is this it, then?” He blinks. “It?” Nodding, I pinch the cigarette between my fingers and gesture between our bodies. “Yeah, it. Us. Is this the end of the line for Taylor and Huckslee?” “Do you want it to be?” His throat flexes as he swallows, a pained expression morphing his features, and I pause for a minute. “You tell me.” He closes the distance between us slowly, coming close enough for me to feel the heat of his skin. “Did you mean what you texted earlier? Saying I’m yours?” Studying his face, my gaze bounces between those beautiful, starry eyes and full, pink lips. “Yes. That doesn’t change anything.” “It changes everything.” He dips his head as if to kiss me, but I bring my hand up between our mouths, earning a flash of hurt to bolt across his features. “You’ve been drinking, Huck. Alcoholic, remember?” A slow smile pulls at his cheeks, amusement dancing in his pupils. “I’ve only been drinking Diet Coke.” And then his mouth is on mine, a surprised gasp leaving my throat. My hands come up to fist his shirt, pulling him against me as his fingers tangle in my hair. Our tongues glide and sweep together, the taste of the soda on his lips secondary to his own sweet, addicting flavor. A desperate moan vibrates his chest, and I drown in it, letting it drag me under where I’d gladly be crushed by the weight of it. His palms cup my face as the kiss turns slow and lazy, our mouths molding together while I run my fingers over his chest, ribs, and back. When we part for air, H...