*Calvin*
I let go of Ada and pull out before the word ever leaves her mouth. I could see it on her face. I could feel it through the bond. She wasn’t OK. She was trying to be, but she wasn’t. I should have stopped sooner.
I take a step back to give her space as she stands upright and pulls her hands from the counter so quickly that I’m not sure it isn’t hot and burned her. My hand was beside hers, though. The counter was fine.
“I’m alright,” she says, staring at the counter, “I’m OK.”
She turns and leaves the bathroom, going to the bed. I follow her into the room to find her on the bed on all fours. “Ada,” I breathe. “No.”
She looks over her shoulder. “I’m fine. I can do this.”
“No,” I tell her, shaking my head. “What’s going on?”
“Calvin, please,” she says, hanging
