Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

I relaxed into Will’s body, feeling Damon behind me, and
even though the fear and worry over what happened earlier
tonight would return tomorrow, I couldn’t think about it if I
tried right now.
Right now, I never wanted to leave this room.
It wasn’t until the air grew cold and our breathing turned
silent, that I peeled myself up off Will, Damon rising, too.
Will tore the spoiled sheet off the bed, and an hour later I
could hear his steady breathing as he fell fast asleep on my left
side.
Damon spooned me from behind, both of us still awake,
but I knew he’d turned off the lights.
I hugged my arms to my chest as Damon held one of his
over me, and now that we were all calm, I waited for the guilt
to come.
The shame. The worry. The doubt.
But it didn’t. At least not yet.
We’d touched and kissed and fell into each other, and I
was grateful they were here. Alive and safe.
I didn’t want to think.
“I’ve never let women do that to me,” Damon said quietly,
breaking the silence.
“Do what?”
“Put their mouths on me,” he replied. “Down there.”
He didn’t let other women use their mouths on him?
“I just never…” he trailed off. “It’s not something I…”
He struggled to find the words, but I realized what he was
talking about, and I tried to keep the sadness from my voice.
“I know,” I told him, saving him from having to say it.
His mother and what she did to him.
He didn’t like that, and the reason had to do with her.
“Why did you let me?” I asked, keeping my tone soft.