Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

If I didn’t think we should see each other, then we
wouldn’t, but I didn’t like the choice being taken from me.
“What he really means is that I can’t afford to be a
teenager,” she explained. “He thinks I’ll make mistakes and be
hurt.”
Like how she stayed out last night, past curfew, and made
them worry. Doing things everyone does, but the rules for her
were stricter, because they didn’t think she could protect
herself.
Had she ever made them worry before? Her father was
using this an excuse to send her away. With both daughters
gone, he wouldn’t have a reason to return home more
frequently than necessary. For appearances’ sake.
She grew quiet, dropping her head a little and pleading,
“Don’t let me go.”
I closed my eyes for a moment, my insides knotting so
tightly.
I didn’t want to let her go.
“He’s in the city tonight,” she said. “And my mother flew
to Spain today to visit Ari. I have the whole house to myself.
All night.”
Oh, Jesus. My chest caved.
What the fuck?
It was everything I wanted.
Don’t do this to me.
She smirked. “Suddenly you have nothing to say?”
And I shook my head, more to myself than her.
She could be anyone.
I could get from anyone what I got from her.
I didn’t want her in my head.
I don’t want this. I wanted her to stay perfect.
She’d find out, and it would be over.