Page 75 of Finding Delaware

I throw a hand over in Taylor and Salem’s general direction. “The fact that they used to fuck each other?”

His brows shoot up and he lifts a shoulder, sipping his drink. “Not really.”

“Seriously?” Grabbing his shoulder, I spin him around, showing him how Taylor is now braiding Salem’s hair. “He’s all over her. He’s all over you. That’s not weird?”

Again, he shrugs, reaching up to rub the back of his neck. “Honestly, Taylor’s pretty affectionate when you get to know him.”

A scoff leaves my lips, and I drop my hand from his arm like it burns. “So youknowhim, now?”

“Look, Huck.” Logan sighs deeply, facing me. “He’s not the same guy he was in high school, ok?”

“Yeah, well.” I gulp down the rest of my drink, turning back to make a third. “Neither are you.”

“Come on, man, don’t do this here.”

He follows me to the liquor table, and I scowl as I take his empty cup and mix up two drinks. “Do what, Logan? You’re speaking nonsense. He literally outed you and Salem to my dad, just like he outed me to the entire school. He’s clearly the same person.”

“What he did to you was messed up, Huckslee.” Logan takes his drink from me before putting a hand on my shoulder. “But he had his reasons for spilling the beans on me and Salem. He talked to her about it.”

“He had reasons. Right.”

“I’m serious. I was being an idiot anyway, keeping everything under wraps. It was time.”

I roll my eyes, swallowing down straight whiskey. “Whatever justifications you need to make, Loge.”

He exhales out of his nose, raising his honeyed eyes toward the ceiling. “You should probably slow down on the drinking, Huck.”

“You should probably mind your business.”

“Ok, you know what?” He sets his drink on the table and turns away, heading back toward Salem. “You stand here and wallow. I’m going to have some fun.”

So I do. I fucking stand here and seeth while I drain my drink and the rest of his, too, watching while he snuggles Salem from behind as Taylor constantly touches him.

Seriously, what’s Taylor’s issue? His arms seem to be always brushing Logan’s, fingers grabbing my best friend’s shoulder every once in a while. He’s leaning in so close that his lips are practically on Logan’s ear when he talks.

The more I drink, the angrier I get until he runs his fingers through Logan’s hair, tugging it playfully, and I snap.

Seriously, I lose it.

Marching over there, I grab his arm and yank it away from Logan’s head. “Keep your fucking hands to yourself, dude.”

Everyone in the vicinity quiets down, and Taylor’s eyes widen as he gapes at me.

“What the fuck is your problem?” He snaps, going to pull his arm from my grip, but I tighten my hold.

“My problem is you. Stop touching him!”

“Huckslee, stop,” Logan warns as Taylor gets in my face with a sneer.

“What, I’m not allowed to touch Logan?”

“No, because he’s not your friend.”

I can tell how childish that sounds, but I’m far beyond tipsy now. Eyes are on us all over the room, and warning bells are going off in my brain, but when it comes to Taylor, I just can’t stop.

“My best friend is dating your best friend,” Taylor scoffs, rearing back. “Pretty sure that makes him my friend, too.”

Somewhere nearby, Christian’s head pops up over the crowd. “Logan, we’re dating?”

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