Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

My chest swelled, aching like shit, and everything washed
over me at once. Her smell, her warmth, her hair and body…
My lungs caved, and I didn’t know why, but it felt so fucking
good. I wrapped my arms around her like a steel band, almost
feeling relief at holding something—or someone—for the first
time in forever.
When was the last time this happened? I never gave
fucking hugs, except when Banks needed to talk me down, and
that was more like hanging on to something than…
Than actual affection. Than someone actually liking me.
I wasn’t weak. I didn’t need this shit.
But GGod, she felt good.
“You dance?” she said in my ear.
“No.”
“You are right now,” she pointed out.
And I stopped, realizing we’d been turning in a slow
circle.
“I think I like this dancing even more than ballet,” she told
me.
And the corners of my lips turned up in a smile. If only
Kincaid could see me now…
But then I saw people approach the other side of the pond,
walking up the incline, looking at us.
“We have to get out of here,” I told her.
No one could see her with me.
We got back to the car and sped off, and I drove her home,
knowing her father would be calling the police station soon if
he hadn’t already. She was probably supposed to be home over
two hours ago.
“They’re probably pretty mad,” she said as I slowed the
engine outside the hedges of her property.
I killed the lights and crawled down the driveway—the
gates open—and rounding the hideous fucking fountain to her