Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

“I didn’t even think about it until it was over,” he
whispered. “It was like she wasn’t here. It was just you.”
He sucked in a breath and tightened his arms around me. “I
love you,” he said.
I immediately broke down, tears springing to my eyes.
Happy tears.
He turned me over, slid on top of me, and kissed me as he
nestled himself between my legs again.
“I love you,” he whispered over my lips again.
I held his face in my hands. God, I love you.
And as I sucked in a breath, feeling him push inside of me
again, I knew what he was talking about all those days ago.
The anger and fury and heat and need—years of it leading to
this moment when we finally knew what we were and who we
lived for.
Red.
Out of all the colors, I liked red the best.