Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

the wall in my room, and whispering nightmares I’d never
seen and confessing secrets he’d tried hard to keep hidden for
so long.
Should I forget everything he did? Was it all suddenly
okay just because his feelings had been real?
I moved around my room, putting away clothes and
cleaning up. Yesterday morning, after Damon’s tantrum, Crane
came in and picked up everything his boss shoved onto the
floor the night before and replaced my mirror. When I came
home later, he’d brought in a contractor who replaced my
door. The room was almost back in order. I wished he cleaned
up all his messes as quickly.
There is a reason why all things are as they are.
I laid on my bed, hearing the trucks and workers still
moving about outside, and closed my eyes, feeling my body
relax but not my mind.
The pull of him was everywhere. I remembered so well the
feel of teasing each other, laughing through a kiss, the heat of
his arms around me, and the way his body craved mine. The
way he wanted and the way I’ve always ached for his
roughness and danger, his whispers and him.
The way I always saw Damon Torrance’s raven eyes in my
head, even before I knew my ghost was Damon Torrance.
“Come on,” he says, pulling me through the maze. “You’ll
like it.”
“What is it?”
I breathed hard, stumbling to keep up as he races through
the other side of the maze and beyond the hedges.
He wants to show me something, but I really just want to
stay in the fountain. It’s fun in there—so secret.
But he’s so happy now, and I’m kind of curious.
I can’t stop smiling. My belly has flutters in it.