Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

At first those words had filled me with dread, because it
meant he’d had no limit. Then they excited me, because I
wanted adventures with the boy I thought I loved.
I brought my free hand up and gripped his face, tipping it
back and keeping it still. Then I drifted my fingers down his
neck, feeling where the skin was smooth and already shaven
and where the shaving cream still sat.
“Come in, closer,” I told him.
He did, forcing me to spread my legs as his fingers
brushed the outside of my thighs, bare in my sleep shorts. I
ignored the goosebumps that spread over my skin.
Bringing the blade up slowly, I felt his chest start to rise
and cave with shallow breaths, and I damn near smiled,
because, if even just a little, he was nervous.
Finding the position with my thumb, I put the blade to his
skin and pressed, increasing the pressure just a little more than
I should have and feeling him suck in a breath.
It was his turn to be scared.
I let it sit there for a moment, feeling the air grow thick
between us as he waited for what I was going to do with the
blade pressed to his neck. Were his eyes cast down on me,
watching me? Was he waiting for it? Was he ready for it?
I held it there for another moment and then…glided the
blade up his neck, shaving it.
He held his breath for a moment and then exhaled softly as
the blade left his neck.
Running my fingers over the strip I just shaved, I felt
smooth skin. Skin I’d had my lips on when I’d thought he was
someone else.
Rinsing off the blade, I took his face again, shoving it back
to where I had it, because he’d dropped it again—probably to
watch me.
He stood there silently as I slowly dragged the blade up his
throat, the grainy sound filling the room and everything in the