Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

I killed the lights and slowed the engine, noticing no cars
parked in front of or on the side of the house, and no lights on
in the home. Maybe she left the gates open for me. I almost
smiled. I liked that idea.
I pulled the GG-Class off the side of the driveway, out of
sight in the trees on the lawn, just in case, and got out of the
car, taking her key with me.
I darted inside and locked the door again, looking around
and alert as I climbed the stairs.
When I cracked her bedroom door open, I immediately
spotted her body under a sheet on the bed. The shadows of the
rain on the window danced across her form as she lay on her
side, and I closed the door quietly, stepping up to the foot of
her bed and watching her sleep.
Heat coursed through every inch of my body, seeing her
there, looking so warm and peaceful.
She was so small and gentle and delicate.
But there was fire in there.
She never lied or pretended she was someone she wasn’t.
She couldn’t see what I was, but she felt it and recognized it in
herself, and we were able to find each other and feel that it
was right. I didn’t know how it happened, but it was why I was
always drawn to her. Since we were kids. She saw everything.
I picked up the bottom of the sheet and pulled it softly
from her body, seeing she was in a white, silk night shirt, loose
and flowing down her arms but bunched up around her waist. I
stared at her. My territory.
If my friends touched her like I touched Rika tonight, I’d
kill them. Without pause.
She let out a little whimper, taking in a deep breath. “Is
that you?”
She pulled her shirt down and propped herself up on an
elbow, her head moving around the room.
“Yeah,” I replied quietly.