Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

“Alright,” her mother interjected, “as long as you’re okay.
We’ll talk about this when I get home next week. I need at
least a few hours of sleep tonight. I have to get to bed.”
I waited there for several minutes as footsteps pounded
above, lights turned off, and doors closed, and after another
minute, I swung around the bannister and slowly crept up the
stairs, keeping an eye out for anyone still up.
Winter walked across the landing and headed into the
bathroom, and as she started the shower and her music, I flew
up the steps, dove in after her, and closed the door, grabbing
her as she whipped around and sucked in a breath.
I kissed her, cutting off her cry, her protest fading away
when she realized it was me.
I hauled her up, wrapped her legs around me, and I ate up
her full lips, dragging out the bottom one between my teeth
and tasting the tears still on her cheeks.
“What are you doing?” she asked, probably worried I’d be
caught.
But I just shook my head, keeping my voice low in case
her parents were still awake. “I don’t know, baby,” I told her.
“Just don’t let me go, okay?”
She broke down, more tears spilling from her eyes as she
kissed and held me so tight.
The lights were off, but the moon lit up the floor, and I
slipped my hand under her skirt, letting her know I wanted her.
My shit had nothing to do with the fact that she couldn’t see
me. I wasn’t shallow, and this was so much more complicated
than she would ever know. Hopefully ever know.
We deserved one night. A few minutes or a few hours, just
a little longer.
I knew this was bad. I knew I was fucked.
She hated me. Her family hated me.
She was one of the few people I didn’t want to hurt.
I was nineteen, and she was too young.