Finding Delaware (State of Us #1)

by Bree Wiley

Stepping closer, I place myself in front of him, looking down into his eyes with raised brows. “Why do you hate me so much, Taylor?” His tongue darts out to moisten his lips. “I don’t hate you, Huck. Not even close.” “Then what? Why have you made my life fucking hell the last few years? Was it because of what happened in eighth grade? Because if you didn’t feel the same way–” He tenses immediately and backs away, causing me to stiffen as well. Multitudes of emotions war across his face—guilt, anger, apprehension. “I told you not to bring that up again,” he grits through clenched teeth, his hands fisting like he’s physically holding himself back from taking a swing. “Why? Because you kissed me? Because you liked it?” An almost pained grimace hardens his features. “Don’t.” “Or what? You’ll break my other arm?!” With a scoff, I turn away. “This is pointless. I’m fucking done trying to find something good in you. Your friendship would have been enough even if you didn’t like me that way, but I’m just a fucking queer, right? And God forbid you associate yourself with a faggot—” “Shut the fuck up, Huckslee,” he growls, cutting off my words. Before I can process what’s happening, he’s spinning me around and crushing his mouth to mine. It’s like an electric shock to my senses, the feel of his soft lips sliding over mine like velvet. “What are you doing?” I murmur. Taylor laughs, a husky, breathy noise that shoots right to my dick. “Silencing your bullshit.” His fingers snake up th...