Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

“Suck me, Fane,” he shot back.
I stopped breathing for a moment, registering the sudden
sharpness to his tone. GGod, he was different.
I swallowed the lump in my throat. “I don’t want to talk to
you. And you’re not supposed to talk to me.”
He didn’t say anything for a moment, and he didn’t move.
Was he staring at me?
I faced forward, ignoring him.
After a few seconds, he cleared his throat. “I was Winter’s
first kiss, ladies,” he told everyone, despite that we had
another guy at our table. “I was eleven. She was eight.”
I felt him nudge closer, and his voice dropped a hair. “I
wonder how many guys have kissed you since. But then, I
guess I don’t really care, because I was first, and that’s all that
matters.”
I balled my skirt in my fists. I wanted him to go away.
“Don’t think for a second that you were any good at it, either,”
I replied.
“And don’t think I’m going to go easy on you just because
you’d trip over a speck of dust if someone wasn’t holding your
hand to walk ten steps.”
I heard a snort from somewhere farther away, my lips
tightened. “I’m not scared of you.”
“It’s early.”
I shook my head. “What do you want?”
“To pick up where we left off.”
Where we left off? He nearly killed me when we were
kids. There was no moving forward.
“Honestly, I don’t know,” he mused. “I have a short
attention span, and you interest me at the moment. I have
questions. Like, can you see anything?”
I narrowed my eyes.