Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

although I left my phone in Will’s car, so I wouldn’t know if
he’d tried to call anyway.
People bumped into me, and I couldn’t see the space
around me, so I kind of just stood there, unsure about this kind
of dancing in front of others. I’d slow danced at school events
before, but this was different.
“I can’t dance with a crowd,” I shouted over the music.
“I’ll smack someone in the face.”
“I gotcha,” Will came in behind me, wrapping his arms
around my waist and swaying both of us back and forth. “You
can dance with me.”
Which I’m sure was just an excuse to put his hands on
something.
I reached behind me, patting him on the cheek. “A true
knight.”
“See, she gets it,” he joked, probably to Alex.
I heard her laugh.
I felt a little more confident with him holding onto me, and
we moved, our bodies in sync to the beat of the music.
“Misha!” I heard him call to someone. “Hell yeah. Didn’t
think you’d be here.”
“Hey, man,” another guy said, approaching.
Will stopped dancing but still held onto me, reaching over
my shoulder for one of those handshake-hug things men did.
“Wow, you look like shit,” Will told him.
“They said to wear school clothes,” the guy retorted. “I
was always out of uniform back then, so this is it.”
Will’s chest shook at my back.
“Winter, this is my cousin Misha Lare,” he said. “A couple
years behind you in school, I think.”
I held out both my hands, taking his and shaking it. I knew
the name. He was younger, though, so we didn’t cross paths.