Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

Winter
Present
Devil’s Night.
I woke up, unsure how long I’d been asleep, but I knew it
was late when we came to bed. It had to be morning, which
meant tonight was the night. Devil’s Night.
I felt bodies on my left and right, and a tiny cyclone
swirled through my stomach as my hands rested on my belly,
and I clutched the T-shirt I wore that Damon had found in one
of the drawers in the room last night.
Everything from the night before came flooding back, and
even though my cheeks warmed with embarrassment, I
couldn’t negate how good I felt right here, right now. Every
muscle still slumbered, and my mind was at peace, if even just
for a few more moments.
Raising my right hand, I reached up and cupped a face,
feeling Damon’s jaw and straight eyebrows, his nose and
warm neck. Raising my other hand, I found Will asleep on his
stomach, his soft hair falling over his forehead.
All three of us.
So much pain and disappointment. I was a little bit scared,
but I knew they were, too.