Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

She’d looked pretty good, actually, but it was nothing
compared to the places Winter took me when I watched her.
I laid on the gas, speeding past Rika’s house and racing
toward my oblivion where Winter didn’t exist.
Forget her. Just forget her.
I saw her shoot up in her seat, watching her house pass and
me not stop.
“Yeah,” I went on. “He never gets that look over a girl. I’d
say he was damn close to taking you home and popping that
little cherry of yours.”
“Kai?” Rika protested, not wanting to deal with me. “We
passed my house. What’s going on?”
“You want to know why he didn’t take you home?” I asked
her, hitting the locks so she couldn’t jump out. “He doesn’t
like virgins. He never wants to be that important to someone,
and it’s a lot less complicated to fuck people who know there’s
a difference between sex and love.”
She turned her gaze from Will to Kai to me, fear in her
eyes.
Sex and love.
Boys will be boys, and she teased you, didn’t she? She
wouldn’t let you have it, I heard my mother’s voice in my
head.
Sex was power. Degrading, filthy, mean, unclean power.
Love always hurt. Sooner or later.
“Where are we going?” Rika demanded.
But I ignored her. “You saw the girl at the old church
today,” I mused, remembering her in the catacombs watching
the guy and girl on our first Devil’s Night stop. “You liked it,
didn’t you?”
I turned left, down a dark gravel road, and I saw her try to
peer out the front windshield to see where we were going.