Finding Delaware (State of Us #1)

by Bree Wiley

He smiles, biting his lip in the annoying way he does, and my gaze lowers to study the bruises covering his neck. A sick feeling settles in my gut, something between horror and satisfaction at my marks on him. His throat flexes as he swallows, and my eyes snap back to his. Tucking a dark strand behind his ear, he clears his throat. “Did you enjoy the show?” There’s a waver in his voice, almost like he’s...nervous? I cock a brow with a shrug. “Suicide prevention, huh? Bit hypocritical.” The minute it’s out of my mouth, I hear how petty it sounds, but I can’t help it. After the shit he put me through, hearing him say those words felt like a slap to the face. Taylor’s smile immediately disappears, leaving an odd, empty feeling in me when a flash of pain crosses his features. It tugs at my heart, but I don’t give a fuck because he doesn’t deserve sympathy. “I’m trying to move on and do better, Huck,” he says quietly, sad eyes holding my gaze. “That’s all I can do.” “Some of us don’t have the luxury of moving on,” I respond before returning to Logan. He’s got an arm around Salem with a drink in his hand, laughing at something one of the truck drivers says. Inwardly, I groan. Clearly, this means we’re staying a while. And I’m not about to do it sober. Making my way to the liquor table, I grab an empty solo cup and fix myself a drink, not even caring if it’s for the staff only. There aren’t many options, but I bartended for two summers in Cali and know what I like, so I make myse...