Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

Once outside, I dumped everything back in the trunk, and
moved to open the door.
“Wait,” Winter called out.
I looked up, seeing her head turn as if hearing something.
“The fountain,” she said, moving around to my side of the
car. “In the square. Can you take me to it?”
I listened, faintly hearing it, too. I’d forgotten about it. As
a kid, I remembered I’d wanted to play in it, but of course, it
wasn’t allowed.
Looking around, I noticed the village wasn’t that busy and
the traffic was nearly dead. It had to be after midnight by now,
and since everyone was saving their energy for tomorrow
night, it was pretty quiet. Still, though, I had no idea where the
guys were, and there was some noise coming from Sticks. I
didn’t want anyone seeing me and calling my name or seeing
her with me.
Fuck.
I pulled up my hood and took her hand, leading up the hill
to where the small pond with a bridge sat, a large fountain in a
garden, and a witch’s hat gazebo off to the right. It was a nice,
elevated little oasis from the busy village center.
The water spilling into the fountain grew louder, and she
let go of my hand, approaching it. She held out her palms,
feeling the spray and smiling, and I wanted to take her and
climb in with her right now.
Digging into the pocket of her jacket, she pulled something
out, turned with her back to the fountain, closed her eyes, and
then tossed the coin over her shoulder and into the water.
“Wanna do one?” she asked me, pulling another coin out
of her pocket.
I walked up to her, taking in her little bow tie, her hair,
almost white with strands of gold, parted and falling on one
side, and her lips, the color of bubble gum. Unable to tear my
eyes away, I took the coin and flung it over her shoulder and
into the water, never taking my gaze off her face.