Finding Delaware (State of Us #1)

by Bree Wiley

Fuck. “Is there a reason you’re here,” I growl irritably, turning around to jolt with surprise when I find him inches from me, close enough to feel the heat of his skin. Sneaky fucker. “I was lifting late.” His eyes search my face. “Saw the door to the pool open. Figured I’d investigate.” “Well, it’s just me.” My voice is rough when I respond, watching the reflection of the water shimmer in his eyes. “So you can leave now.” He swallows, moving closer, and I tread backward to keep the distance between us. “Is that what you want?” he asks softly, licking his bottom lip. “For me to leave?” Say yes. Say yes, my mind screams at me, but when I open my mouth, no words come out. I can only float and stare as his gorgeous face moves toward me. Our chests brush and my breath hitches, his eyes intently holding mine when he leans in close enough for our mouths to barely touch. “I don’t think you do,” he whispers, gazing at my lips. “I think that you want me to stay.” But I don’t. I don’t. My nerve endings feel like they’re on fire when his fingertips brush my biceps, trailing over my shoulders and leaving molten lava in their wake. He presses himself against me, cupping the back of my neck, and I can feel when my heart jumps as if it wants to leap out of my chest and into his. Warm breath caresses my face. “Say it. Say you want me to stay, Huck.” No. “I don’t.” It comes out breathless, barely audible over my speaker, so I raise my voice louder. “I don’t want you to stay.” It sounds un...