Page 155 of Finding Delaware

Neither of them responds, and the way Logan’s lid twitches gives me bad vibes, but I have three dumbasses to wrangle, so I can only hope that the two of them can hang on for the ride until I get back.

Because it’s going to be a long fucking night.

Taylor

“If I get eaten by a cougar because of you asshats, I’m gonna besopissed.”

Using the flashlight on my phone, I sweep the beam over the trees, searching for signs of anyone. A breeze has picked up, sending a shiver down my spine, the sound of my feet treading dirt unusually loud. The crackle of the fire fades in the distance as I walk farther away, calling out names, straining to hear over the rustle of trees.

No one answers back.

Of course, because why would they make this easy?

“Come on, guys, I’m sorry. I’m an ass with no filter. Arya can punch me in the face.”

Still, only silence answers back. A prickling sensation on the back of my scalp has me turning around, twigs snapping somewhere in the dark, and my stomach knots uneasily as I walk toward the sound. It takes me even further from Huck and Logan than I intended.

Usually, I love being in the woods at night, but something about how the full moon casts shadows through the canopy of leaves above gives me the creeps. Any minute now, I’m expecting to find a serial killer in a hockey mask jumping out at me. Another twig snaps, followed by the scrape of something against a tree trunk to my left, and I can’t help the undignified yelp that comes out of me.

“Christian, Salem, cut it out!”

A soft laugh in my ear takes me by surprise, and I whip around with a very unmanly scream before losing my balance. Hands try to keep me steady, but I only end up pulling whoever it is down on top of me, the air leaving my lungs when my back connects with the dirt.

“Oh, shit.” a familiar voice grunts next to my face. “My bad.”

“Goddammit, Huckslee.” Catching my breath for a second, I roll us over, pinning him beneath me while I straddle his hips. “I told you to wait at camp, motherfucker.”

He smiles broadly, his hands coming up to cup my face. “I tried.”

“You tried? For all of five seconds?”

“But then I had to piss, and I feel so good, Tay. I pissed on a patch of flowers, and they were dancing like they enjoyed it.”

“You’re trippin',” I laugh, rubbing my palms over his chest and stomach. “Go back to Logan, baby. You left him alone.”

“Mm.” He pulls me down, nuzzling his cheek against mine. “I love it when you call me baby. I saw your light out here and had to follow because I’m a satellite.”

“A satellite, huh?”

He nods, wrapping his arms around me. “Yeah, and I fell out of orbit. Can’t have me doing that. So I came to you because that’s where we belong. In each other’s gravity.”

A warmth spreads throughout my limbs at his words. I should try to get up. Really should. But laying on him like this feels too damn good. “If you’re a satellite, am I your moon?”

“We’re just floating through space, getting closer and closer to the sun until we burn.”

My warmth turns ice cold. “Lucky for us, the sun is pretty far off. Huck, you need to go back to camp. Logan’s probably freaking the hell out right now.”

“Let’s fuck, Tay, right here,” he whispers, thrusting his hips up into me for good measure, and a laugh bursts out of me because he’s not even hard.

“You wouldn’t fuck me in a bathroom, but you’ll do it on the forest floor? You animal.”

A hum leaves his lips as he starts singing. “‘You and me ain’t nothin’ but mammals, so let’s do it like they do on the Discovery Channel.’”

“The fuck is that?”

“Bloodhound Gang. You really need to expand your music tastes.”

Extracting myself from his arms, I lean on my elbows as I squint down at him. “Listening to Post Malone is enough expansion for me.”

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