Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

An engine started to rumble from farther off, and the
ground under me shook a little harder. What was that?
I turned my head to check with him, but all of a sudden,
the wind whipped past us and a loud horn blared as a truck, I
thought, zoomed right past us.
I gasped, feeling the car shake with the draft, and my
hands shook on the wheel, feeling the reflectors underneath
the right tires again. “Holy shit!”
I laughed, and I felt his body shake with his own laughter
behind me.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” I barked but smiled. “We
could’ve died!”
“Fun, huh?”
Asshole jerk.
And yes, it was fun.
“Ready for more?” he taunted.
“Yes.” I bit my bottom lip, butterflies still swarming my
stomach, but I couldn’t stop.
“In a minute, you’re going to jerk the wheel to nineo’clock,”
he explained. “I’m not going to slow down.”
“What?”
“In three…two…”
“Wait, you said I had ‘a minute’!” I yelped.
“One!” he shouted in my ear. “GGo!”
“Fuck…” I cried out, jerking the wheel left to nine o’clock
and gasping. “You!”
The car skidded, bouncing and barreling over the
pavement and onto a gravel road, and I felt his hand cover the
top of my head as our bodies were thrown side to side, my
skull damn near hitting the roof.
“Oh, my GGod, oh, my GGod…”
He down shifted. “Straighten out,” he told me.