Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

She smiled down at me, threading her fingers through my
hair, and kissed me.
“Lookin’ good,” I said.
“Yeah, you’re prejudiced.”
“I don’t lie.”
She snorted, and I carried her backstage, toward the
dressing rooms, so she could get her things.
She started kissing my cheek, leaving little butterflies
across my face, to my ear, and down my neck. I wanted to get
her home and in the shower with me. Right now.
“How was your day?” she asked, nibbling my ear.
“Fine,” I mumbled, enjoying her attention too much to
think of more to say.
I’d dropped her off at eleven this morning and went to
Kai’s house to collect my snakes that Banks had been taking
care of, and then I went to my apartment at Delcour and my
room at my father’s to clear out the rest of my things.
I should’ve been looking for work, but right now, I just
wanted her home before the snow started, and then I’d keep
her up all night trying to make a kid we definitely couldn’t
support yet.
We reached her little dressing room, and I let her down,
watching her go pack up her bag and pull out her change of
clothes and strip right there. I took the bag, half-tempted to
plant her ass on the vanity and go right now, but…it was cold.
I’d wait for the hot shower.
“Ready?” she asked, dressed in jeans, flats, and a cableknit
sweater.
GGiving her my arm, I led her out of the room, through the
backstage area, and out the rear exit and into the alleyway.
“Can I drive?” she teased.
I laughed under my breath. “You know the rules.”
Late, dark, and no witnesses.