Page 179 of Finding Delaware

“Because I want to do something else with you that I’ve never done with anyone,” he chuckles into my hair, and I look up at him suspiciously.

“Like what?”

A slow smile lights his face as he kisses me softly. “I want to introduce you to my grandparents.”

Huckslee

Taylor is freaking out. I can tell.

He was silent the entire time we showered, those ocean eyes distant as if lost inside his head. And now, as we stand before the French doors of the guest house, he’s gnawing his lip while his fingers twist the bottom of my jersey nervously. The sight of him wearing my college number, combined with the knowledge that my cum is in his ass, has my cock half-hard, and I have to adjust it before throwing open the doors.

“What’s going on up there?” I ask, tapping the side of his temple, and his apprehensive gaze flicks up to mine.

“I’m just...I’m not really the ‘bring home to mom and dad’ type,” he says anxiously, making my heart lurch.

“Do you not want to meet them?”

His response is quick. “I do. Of course, I do. I’m just not so sure they’d want to meetme.”

“They’ll love you as much as I do.” Taking his face between my palms, I give him a chaste kiss, feeling his smirk against my lips.

“You saying you love me?”

That makes me lift a brow. “You know the answer to that. Do I need to say it out loud?”

“Maybe.” His smirk turns into a shy smile as he tries to duck his head, but I hold him in place so he can’t hide from me.

“Taylor, I love you. I’d be a fool not to.”

He searches my gaze for several seconds before grinning widely. “I am quite the catch, huh?”

“Damn straight. Now, come on.”

Grabbing his hand, I go to pull him outside, but he tugs me back.

“I love you, too, Huck.”

“I know.”

He’s loved me for a long time, and all I’ve done so far is put doubts in his head about how I feel. So now I need to ensure that my man believes our feelings are aligned, starting with this.

We make our way out into the backyard, hot California sun already baking the pavement. There’s not a cloud in sight, miles of blue sky as far as the eye can see, and a slight breeze rustles the palm trees. Perfect surfing day, if I ever saw one.

“Nice pool,” Taylor comments as we pass it, and I glance at the rippling water thoughtfully.

“I’ve never been in it.”

But maybe that’s something we can rectify…

Later. Definitelylater.

When we reach the sliding glass door under the back porch, he tries to free his hand from mine, but I hold fast, not letting him get away. I know my grandparents are right on the other side because my grandma texted me this morning about breakfast. Sliding open the door, I pull him into a cozy kitchen with hardwood floors and yellow-painted cabinets.

My grandma stands at a gas stove, her back turned to us as she cooks and jokes about something with my gramps, who’s sitting at a round table watching the news. Both are already dressed in their Sunday best, having been to church hours ago. I’ve always been thankful that they’ve never forced me to attend while I stayed with them.

Gramps is the first to notice us, his eyes widening when they drop to where Taylor’s sweaty palm clasps mine.

“Well, hello,” he says lightly, salt and pepper mustache twitching as he sits back in his chair. “What do we have here?”

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