Kill Switch (Devil's Night, #3)

by Penelope Douglas

Then she wrapped her arms around me and jumped into my hold, forcing me to circle her waist to catch her. She smiled at me, and I held her like that, refusing to put her down as we just stayed there. But then, tightening her hold, she slowly brought herself in and hugged me. My chest swelled, aching like shit, and everything washed over me at once. Her smell, her warmth, her hair and body… My lungs caved, and I didn’t know why, but it felt so fucking good. I wrapped my arms around her like a steel band, almost feeling relief at holding something—or someone—for the first time in forever. When was the last time this happened? I never gave fucking hugs, except when Banks needed to talk me down, and that was more like hanging on to something than… Than actual affection. Than someone actually liking me. I wasn’t weak. I didn’t need this shit. But God, she felt good. “You dance?” she said in my ear. “No.” “You are right now,” she pointed out. And I stopped, realizing we’d been turning in a slow circle. “I think I like this dancing even more than ballet,” she told me. And the corners of my lips turned up in a smile. If only Kincaid could see me now…