Finding Delaware (State of Us #1)

by Bree Wiley

“What the hell was that, Huck?” His tone is livid. With a sigh, my head falls back against the wall. “I didn’t do it, okay? I didn’t kiss him.” “No, but you wanted to. I saw it in the way you hesitated.” “I hesitated because of Logan’s comment. It got me all up in my head, and I’m sorry.” His jaw ticks at the corners. “About us being stepbrothers?” “Yeah.” There’s a moment of silence where he watches me closely. “Does that...does it bother you?” The anger in his voice is gone, replaced by a vulnerability that has me closing the gap between us to place kisses along the side of his face. “No, I’m not bothered by that, Tay,” I breathe into his skin. “It’s not like we were raised that way. But I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t worried about how Logan will react.” “I don’t give a fuck what he thinks.” Taylor’s fists bunch in my shirt, lips pressed to my throat. “Or what anyone thinks.” “I know. But I do.” Closing my eyes briefly, I pull back to look down into his wide eyes. “I worry what he’ll do if he finds out. If my dad finds out.” He goes still. “If? Not when?” “Maybe when. Three months, remember?” A flash of hurt in his eyes guts me, but it’s gone in an instant as he leans in for a sweltering kiss. “Right. Trial by fire. So far, I think we’re doing great.” “Great?” Snorting against his lips, I slip my fingers under his tank top to caress his lower back. “Storming off and slamming doors is far from great.” “You caught me in a weak moment,” he says, burying his face in my ches...