Finding Delaware (State of Us #1)

by Bree Wiley

Tracing a line of kisses down his throat, I pause when my mouth rests against the junction between his neck and shoulder. “Maryland?” He’s silent for a moment. “Yeah. Four-year contract, minimum. I declared in January, so it's too late to back out.” “That’s very far away.” “I know.” His fingers find my chin as he tips my face up, dark eyes searching mine. “You said you meant it, calling me yours. And you’re mine, too. But whatever this is between us, I understand that it’s new. I can’t ask you to wait for me or enter into something long-distance–” I cut him off, holding up a hand. “Whoa, whoa, wait, back up. Why does it sound like you’re...” What the hell am I supposed to say? Breaking up with me? “Why does it sound like you’re ending this?” “We don’t even know what this is, Taylor,” he sighs, dropping his forehead to mine again, “or if this will even work. If we’ll be good together. So far, our track record sucks.” “So you are ending it,” I state flatly, feeling like my heart just split open. Huck pauses, pressing his warm cheek to mine, blood pulsing so hard I can feel it through his body. There’s such a long, heavy silence that I don’t think he’ll speak, but then: “I don’t want to.” A desperate whisper across the shell of my ear, sending goosebumps over my flesh. “Then don’t.” I drag his mouth to mine, stealing a slow kiss. “Don’t let this end before it even starts.” “Maybe it’s better if we do,” he murmurs against my lips. “Maybe it’ll hurt less this way.” Deep down, I...