*Calvin*
I’m afraid to move. I’m afraid to even breathe. I need to choose my words carefully. I can’t mark her. She’s not ready for that.
“Ada, we shouldn’t,” I say gently. “I know you said you’ll tell me when you’re uncomfortable, and you haven’t, but you’re not ready.”
She smiles at me, reaching her hand up to gently brush it across my cheek. “I know I’m not. I didn’t say I wanted to have s*x. I said I want you to mark me.”
I shake my head. “It’s painful, Ada,” I tell her gently. “I can’t do that to you. No more pain. No more scars.”
“You know that leaving your mark is a scar,” she challenges me.
I close my eyes and take a breath. “That’s different, but that’s the last scar that will be placed on your beautiful body.” I gently grasp her breast, trying to distract he
