Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

that my obsession was a no-win situation when I got to her
again.
I wanted to be with her. I wanted to touch her. I wanted to
keep playing games with her.
But I wanted to keep her fourteen forever, too. Young and
beautiful and innocent and the one place in my life that wasn’t
dirty.
She wasn’t fourteen anymore, though.
She was growing into something men would want.
Something I wanted.
I looked down at the key, gold and sharp, sitting there in
my console, screaming at me louder than the music coming
out of my speakers, and I… I just…
I didn’t want to leave yet.
I wanted to hide somewhere dark and quiet, feeling her
whispers on my lips and smelling the mint in her hair.
Fuck it.
Swinging the car around, the tires screeching on the
pavement, I drove back to the entrance of the driveway and
parked outside it.
GGrabbing her house key, I plucked my phone out of the
console and turned it on to text the guys I’d be in for the rest
of the night, but I noticed it was dead. I pulled our group
phone off the charger—the one we used to record our pranks
for Devil’s Night—and tossed the guys a text with that one,
telling them not to expect me the rest of the evening, and
stuffed it into my pocket as I plugged in mine to charge. I
locked my car, jogging into the property and keeping out of
sight as I veered into the backyard, noticing the downstairs
lights were off but a few upstairs remained on.
Walking into the backyard, I dug out the key she gave me
and paused, remembering they didn’t have an alarm system
last time I was here. Hopefully that hadn’t changed.