Finding Delaware (State of Us #1)

by Bree Wiley

Sleeping in a bed with three other people isn’t as unpleasant as I initially thought. Even when I wake up to Salem’s hot morning breath on the side of my neck and Logan’s leg tossed over us, it feels oddly...nice. Safe, I guess. Despite all the shit that happened last night, it was the best night’s sleep I’ve had in a long time. Even the sight of Taylor on his back with his hand resting on Logan’s hip doesn’t piss me off. It feels like we were all going through our own things last night and just needed comfort or something. Knowledge that we aren’t alone. I’ll be honest; it’s a weird bubble I don’t want to leave, but it pops the minute Taylor’s chest moves as he wakes and turns toward me. Like he sensed my alertness. Fixing my face into a scowl, I watch as he flashes me a sleepy grin and stretches, the hem of his shirt—Tweety Bird flipping two middle fingers–riding up to showcase his completely lickable abs. He moans into the stretch, the sound bolting through my cock, and I have to shove Logan’s leg off before he feels it jerk against him. And now everyone’s awake. Nice going, Taylor. I glare at him as Salem pulls away from me, rubbing her eyes. “Sorry. You’re like a space heater. So warm.” “I know, it’s okay.” Logan tightens his hold on her, grumbling and unwilling to get up. He’s never been a morning person. On the other hand, Taylor springs to his feet with a chuckle, his dark hair adorably sticking up in the back where it flattened against the pillow. “Mornin'!” Those...