Finding Delaware (State of Us #1)

by Bree Wiley

“Wake the fuck up, Huckslee!” Next thing I know, I’m being shaken violently, and I peel my lids open to glare up into two blue-green eyes. “Ah, what the hell?” My head is pounding so hard I can feel it in my ears. “Stop shakin’ me!” Taylor stands above me with his hands on my shoulders, brows pinched. His teeth are sunk into his bottom lip, gaze bouncing around my face in a panic-stricken way, and hell, if that doesn’t sober me right up. “Why are you sleeping out here?!” His voice is shrill, loud enough against the quiet night that I flinch. “Where the fuck did Royce go?” “Wasn’t s-sleeping.” Frowning up at him, I lift my phone to his face. “W-was waiting for my Uber.” He looks at it for a few seconds, reading the screen, before his expression hardens. “Jesus Christ, Huck.” Grabbing my phone out of my hand, he turns it around so that I can see. “Your driver called and texted twenty minutes ago looking for you. Pretty sure they’re gone by now.” “What?!” Shit. Does that mean... I’ve been sleeping against this building for almost half an hour, looking like a homeless person? In the cold? “Fuck, dude.” Now that I notice it, my teeth chatter as my body shivers violently. Taylor stares at me briefly before releasing my shoulders, scrubbing a hand down his face. “Check your pockets. Make sure no one robbed you while you were out.” Ah, hell. I pat myself down, pulling out my wallet with frozen fingers to ensure nothing is amiss. When everything is accounted for, I sigh in relief a...