Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

Normally, I hated when people handled me like a kid and
assumed they should do things for me, but I got the impression
it was more for him. About putting me ‘right’ again.
“Just a bad night all around,” I told him.
“What happened?”
“Nothing important.”
He finished and settled his hands on my waist, waiting.
I laughed quietly, giving in. “I think I quit my job tonight,”
I told him. “I’ve been working the ticket booth at Bridge Bay
Theater. They’d asked me not to dance on the premises
anymore, and I…” I paused, searching for a way to explain so
I didn’t sound pathetic, “did whatever I could to stay involved
there, maybe change their minds. But she won’t budge.”
I drew in a deep breath and exhaled, reiterating my boss’s
words. “‘It’s unsafe, and I could hurt myself,’ I told him,
getting angry all over again and starting to tear up. “My boss
said something like “GGod has a path, and I need to go where
life leads me.”
“What the fuck?”
“Right?” I said, my voice thick with tears. “I just wanted
to, like…burn the whole place down.”
He snorted, shaking with laughter, and after a moment, I
started laughing, too. He kissed me, reminding me that no
matter how the night started, it was ending very well. I wanted
to stay with him, but he had friends with him, and I wasn’t
sure if he already had plans.
“So…” I said, changing the subject. “You have friends.”
It was kind of weird, confirming that he was a regular guy
with an everyday life. And here I thought he was a vampire,
rising only when the sun set.
“Can I meet them?” I asked.
“No.”
“Why?”