Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

His body came in closer, though, forcing my knees apart
and his clothes chafing the inside of my thighs. He took his
hands off me, and I stilled, feeling the warmth of his breath
right in front of me, on my face, as he leaned in.
What the hell was he doing?
“Ethan…” I protested but wasn’t sure what to say. He’d
gotten close a few times, and while I knew he wouldn’t say no
to more, it just never happened between us. He wouldn’t try
again?
“Shhh…” he said.
And I stopped breathing. The heat of his mouth was
centimeters from mine, and suddenly, my heart started
hammering. He’d never felt like this. He was never forward,
and I was instantly uncomfortable, old memories coming back.
Please don’t try to kiss me, I begged.
Water pumped through the pipes above my head, and I
could hear the dull hum of the furnace somewhere in the
distance, but otherwise, it was quiet down here, and we were
all alone.
“I need the Band-Aid,” I told him, forcing a little smile.
“Come on…”
“So pretty,” he whispered over my mouth. I could taste the
smoke on his breath.
Smoke…
“Okay, I got them!” Ethan suddenly shouted from around
the corner, stunning me out of the quiet as the bathroom door
swung open again.
I gasped, rearing back. Shit!
I darted out my hands, looking for the man who was just
here, but finding only empty space.
Tears stung the backs of my eyes, my pulse throbbed in my
neck, and I couldn’t catch my breath as I sucked in lungfuls of
air.