Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

Wrapping my arm around her, I brought her body against
mine, my groin rubbing between her legs, aching painfully as I
kissed her forehead.
“I want you to be my first,” she whispered.
I closed my eyes.
“I want it to be you,” she continued, “even if you’re going
to disappear on me again, I want it to be you.”
I dug my fingers into her young thighs, wanting to fuck her
on this sink right now and kiss her until I couldn’t move
anymore.
I wanted her first time.
“I…” Fuck, I needed to leave. “I…”
“You. I want you.” She peppered my neck with kisses. “I
love how the world looks when I’m with you. I want it to be
you.”
She sucked on my neck, gently sinking her teeth in, and
my body exploded with a charge of electric current, my dick
begging to get out of these jeans, and I slipped my hand into
her hair, holding her mouth to my body. “Fuck.”
“Do you have your phone?” she asked against my skin.
“Yeah, why?”
“Take a picture of me doing this,” she whispered. “If you
disappear, I want you to remember me.”
Baby, I’ve never disappeared. I’ve always been here. This
past summer when you were lying on the beach, I was there.
When you went into the shop with your mom for a coffee, I was
right there.
She never knew how close I always was.
I dug out my phone and turned it on, remembering I had
the group phone. It didn’t matter. I’d transfer it later.
“A video, okay?” I breathed out. “I want to have
everything.”