Finding Delaware (State of Us #1)

by Bree Wiley

Taylor’s hand found mine again somewhere between the house and the backyard, causing my brain to short-circuit. Half of me wonders if I’m hallucinating. The anxiety meds and pain pills must be scrambling my brain because there’s no way Taylor fucking Tottman is holding my hand right now. What do you want, Taylor? I want to see you. Please. His palm is warm in mine as he leads me onto the track, and he squeezes before letting go. Moonlight shimmers down from a clear night sky, giving his dark hair blue hues under the stars. His teeth dig into his bottom lip as he glances at me sideways, uncertainty rippling across his features. It reminds me of the night after the wedding when we opened up to one another, and I can’t force myself to look away. I should be furious with him. Hell, I was furious with him. Last night, I sat in bed and cried until the sun came up. When I couldn’t handle the pain in my arm anymore, I knocked on Dad’s door to tell him I tripped. The whole time, I was cursing Taylor in my mind, wishing every bad thing on him I could think of, even coming up with ways to make him feel what he made me feel. But then, he surprised me at the hospital by telling my dad the truth. And yeah, I’m pissed at him for it because my dad ripped into me for lying to him, but Taylor told the truth. And then he apologized. An honest, genuine apology, too. Not a fake one, for Dad’s sake. Still, I was pissed at him. Not in the ‘I want to hurt him’ way any longer, but definitely in th...