Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

unwavering, his fucking juniper eyes always twisting a
goddamn hole through my head like a screwdriver, and for a
moment, it was high school, we were side by side, and Winter
wasn’t standing between us.
In that moment, I wanted to grab him and her and Banks
and put us all on an island, because they would never not
belong to me.
Lightning shot through the sky, thunder cracked, and Will
and Winter exchanged words before she hopped out of the
pool. He followed, helping her find her towel.
Once she was dried off, she wrapped the towel around her
body, but when he tried to take her hand, she waved him off.
He said a few more words to her, she nodded, and then turned
around.
Putting out her right hand, she made her way back up to
the house, toward me, and I locked eyes with Will.
The corner of his mouth tilted in a challenge, and I shook
my head as Winter made her way in my direction. Walking
right past me, she paused, turning her head my way, and I
looked down at her, knowing she knew I was here, mere
inches away.
My eyes fell down her face, neck, and shoulders, touching
her the only way I’d allow myself just yet.
Stupid girl. He only taught you to fend off one attacker.
What if there were more?
She dropped her head, her lips tightening, and she walked
on, back into the house.
Soon.
Will dried off and walked over to the fire pit, holding out
his hands to warm up. I descended the brick steps, making my
way over to him.
“I got your letter,” he said, staring at the fire.
I quirked a smile, remembering the note I sent him a while
back. Challenging him to find me. To face who he really was,
and it wasn’t as Michael and Kai’s third wheel. Fuck them.