Page 164 of Finding Delaware

“You didn’t have to come with me, you know,” he says, taking my hand.

“Yes, I did. This is probably the only time we’ll be alone this weekend, and you also wore me out. I want to nap withmy boyfriend somewhere other than the bed of his truck for once.”

A bright grin spreads across his face. “Boyfriend, huh?”

“Yep. I’m yours, and you’re mine, remember?”

He’s quiet momentarily, focusing on the dirt path ahead of us. “And Logan? What’s going to happen now that he knows?”

“Good question.”

Would he judge? Be disgusted with our relationship? Kick me out of his apartment? Would I have to move back in with my dad and Maisie until the end of July? A tendril of panic swells in my throat, but it disappears when Taylor squeezes my hand.

“Whatever happens, we’ll face it together,” he states firmly, holding my gaze, and I swear the sun shines a little brighter inside his smile.

“Yeah. Together.”

Everything about this feels so right. Our palms fit perfectly together, his steady voice a comforting hum as we head back to camp, pausing periodically to make out against tree trunks. When we finally collapse into our tent, too exhausted for anything but sleep, his body fits mine like a puzzle piece I didn’t know was missing.

It’s perfect.

He’s perfect.

Tick, tick, tick.

I just wish we had more time.

The rest of the trip flies by awkwardly, but not because of anyone else.

Because of Logan.

He only speaks to me for the remaining two days of our little vacation if he absolutely has to. It might have been worse, but Salem is a certified saint and keeps him occupied so that no one notices except us and Taylor. She even opts to sleep next to him in our cuddle pile, and for that, I could honestly marry her. Platonically, of course. Pretty sure platonic marriages are a thing.

Like I predicted, Taylor and I hardly get time to ourselves, and Matthew has about a bazillion questions to ask us. Like when did we realize we were into each other? (Nearly a decade ago, technically.) Have we told our parents? (No and never, ever, probably.) How long has Taylor been into men? (That one was fun to watch him answer; his bright red face and explanation that he’s only into me were cute as hell.) At one point, Xed and Taylor disappear on a long walk together to discuss things, but when they return, I can’t tell if he knows about them or not.

Eventually, we pack up camp and load everything into the vehicles to return home. This time, Taylor gives Logan the front seat, opting to sit between Xed and me so that we can hold hands. Xed shakes his head and rolls hiseyes at the sight, but Taylor simply flips him off with a smirk, and I admit it feels good to finally be out in the open with our relationship.

As fleeting as it might be.

Logan barely utters a word the entire trip, his phone blasting country music too loud for anyone to hear each other speak. Two hours into the ride, Taylor finally has enough and leans forward to switch on some alternative rock station, muttering something likebetter than that twangy shitunder his breath. I know that Logan’s pissed because his ears turn red, but still he says nothing.

The closer we get to home, the more my apprehension spikes. After a few games of I Spy, my boyfriend falls asleep with his head on my shoulder, and Xed does the same on his other side. The weight of both of them smashes me into the door, but it calms my erratic heartbeat.

Salem meets my gaze in the rear-view mirror, chewing her lip as she glances sideways at the stoic figure in her passenger seat. Of all our years as friends, I don’t recall ever seeing him like this. I can tell she hasn’t, either. Even after I OD’d, he wasn’t this angry at me.

Night falls by the time we pull into the parking lot of our apartment complex, clouds rolling in to block out the moon. Logan is out of the passenger seat once the jeep barely stops on the curb, yanking his bag from the back without a farewell to anyone. He slams the trunk down hard, causing all of us to wince, and Salem turns to me after watching him disappear inside the building.

“You gonna be ok?” She asks softly, gray eyes wide with concern, and I nod quickly.

“Yeah. I’ll talk to him.”

I say goodbye, and Taylor exits with me as his truck pulls in behind us. With Salem moving in, it makes more sense for Matt and Taylor to switch rides. He grabs my bag from the back, slinging it over my shoulder before wrapping his arms around me and pressing his chest to mine.

“Call me if you need me to come get you,” he murmurs, making me dizzy with a sloppy kiss.

“I will. FaceTime later?”

Grinning crookedly, he winks. “Always.”

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