Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

I could go back to the house right now. I could go to bed
with my music and audiobooks and my quiet house while the
world continued to spin around me, and the next time I was
given a chance to do something wild, stupid, and scary, it
would be even easier to turn tail and run… Every day just as
predictable as the last.
This was stupid. And illegal.
But he was fun. I didn’t want it to be over.
I closed my eyes and let my shoulders slump a little,
defeated.
Fine. I slid a leg into the car, ducking my head as he
guided me into his lap, fitting my legs between his long ones. I
leaned back a little, so I wasn’t right up on the steering wheel,
my back pressed against his chest.
Placing my hands on the wheel, he wrapped my fingers
around it. “It’s like a clock,” he instructed. “You’re at ten
o’clock and two o’clock right now.”
His fists tightened around mine, emphasizing my position.
I nodded, my belly still somersaulting like crazy.
“I’ll handle the pedals and the stick shift,” he told me.
“You just steer.”
“Steer how?” I blurted out, tears of frustration springing to
my eyes already. “We’re going to die.”
He snorted. “It’s an empty road,” he told me. “And at this
hour, sure to be deserted. Relax.”
I shook my head, still unsure.
“Hey.” He nudged my chin, turning me to face him. “All
you have to do is trust me, kid. You understand?”
I paused, feeling his eyes on me and his body behind me.
But the fear melted away. He was in charge, and he could
do anything. I did trust him.
I nodded and then took a deep breath and turned my head
forward again.