Page 144 of Finding Delaware

His hand leaves my leg to downshift before returning, and I stare at it thoughtfully.

“But you and Christian... you’ve never...?” I let the question hang in the air, feeling his eyes on my face.

“No,” he answers softly, squeezing my thigh. “I said in the cabin that I’ve only had experience with one guy, remember? I don’t feel that way about Christian. Only you, Huck.”

We’re stopped at a red light, his gaze is so intense that I have to turn away. Clearing my throat, I try to lighten the mood.

“Well, I’m not dating him,too, so don’t ask.”

That gets a snort out of him. “No offense, but you’re not really his type. If that fucker could live in pussy twenty-four-seven, he would.”

“I’m surprised he has no crotch goblins running around everywhere.”

“You kidding? He got snipped the minute we turned eighteen.” Taylor huffs a laugh, shaking his head. “I went with him when he did it. Not as scary as it sounds, honestly. He said he felt no pain.”

“But you didn’t do it?”

“Hell, no.” He gives me an odd look, shifting again as he accelerates, and I narrow my gaze.

“Why not?”

Without responding, his teeth sink into his bottom lip as a blush creeps onto his neck. His eyes bounce around the road, fingers tightening on the wheel, throat flexing as he swallows hard. And that’s when I realize he’sflustered.Taylor fucking Tottman is embarrassed.

Turning my body into his, I lean close to brush my lips over his ear as I place my hand on his upper thigh. “Tell me, baby.”

He grumbles something under his breath, and even though I caught every word, he looks too damn cute not to mess with him a little more.

“A little louder, I didn’t hear you.”

“Ilikehaving swimmers, ok?” He glares at me, his face entirely red as we turn down a quiet street. “Happy?”

Snorting louder than intended, I nip at his shoulder with a chuckle. “You just like cum.”

Scoffing, he says nothing else, but I catch a hint of a smile as he turns away.

“So, that word Christian calls you,cariño? What does it mean?”

“It’s a term of endearment,” his expression softens, “like honey or darling. His mom has always called me that, and he started doing it when I moved in with them in high school. Started as a joke, mostly, but then it stuck.”

My chest pinches at his words. “You’re super close with his family.”

“Yep. Pretty sure I spent more time at his house than mine growing up.”

That makes sense. As tumultuous as his home life was, I’m sure Taylor used Christian’s place as an escape. A sanctuary. For what it’s worth, I’m glad he had somewhere to go that made him feel safe.

“Where are we going, anyway?” I ask, ready to change the subject.

“Up the canyon. Ever been to Silver Lake?”

“Nope.”

His teeth flash as he grins, giving me a peek of that crooked incisor. “We’ll be there soon. Bit of a drive, but I want to show you the view.”

We fall into a comfortable silence other than the music, Taylor switching off from handling the gear shift and teasing my thigh. When we reach the mouth of the canyon, he speeds up, swerving around bends in the road expertly one-handed. It’s fuckhot, honestly, watching him drift like a drag racer.

“I didn’t know you could drive stick,” I comment, tangling my fingers in his hair.

“Well, yeah. Gotta know how to operate a clutch before you get on a bike.”

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