Finding Delaware (State of Us #1)

by Bree Wiley

Grabbing my blanket off the floor and wrapping it around myself like a fucking toddler, I climb the steps up to the loft where Logan and Salem are currently snuggled up. “Scoot over. Huckslee’s pissing me off.” “Seriously, Taylor,” Logan grumbles groggily but shifts himself and Salem closer to the middle so I can slide in behind him. Loud stomps come from the stairs, and suddenly, Huckslee is rounding the bed to the other side. “Nuh-uh, no way. If you three get to sleep in the bed, then so do I.” He pulls back the covers but hesitates when he realizes he’ll basically be spooning Salem. “Either get in or leave,” she snaps, shivering. “It’s fucking freezing.” Making a decision, he crawls in behind her, as close to the edge of the bed as he can, before pulling the blanket up. His glare meets mine over both of their heads, making me even more irritated, so I decide to make everyone uncomfortable because now I’m in a bad mood. “If we all had a foursome, who would go where?” “Jesus Christ.” Logan burrows his face into Salem’s neck while Huck curls his lip at me. “Are you kidding me, Taylor?” “Hypothetically, of course.” Everyone’s quiet for a long moment, and I settle into my pillow, smirking when I think I’ve accomplished my goal. Then Salem’s sleepy voice breaks the silence. “I’d be in the back with a strap on,” she mumbles, “obviously.” That gets a snort out of me. Logan huffs in annoyance. “But who would you be fucking?” “Huckslee.” All three of us raise our heads off the be...