*Calvin*
“You don’t need my permission to wear anything,” I tell Ada as I run my fingers over the curve of her hip.
I love the moments after s*x when we’re cuddled into each other, tired and vulnerable. I love how she lets me graze my fingers along her skin. I love how she plays with the hairs on my chest.
“I’m trying,” she says softly. “It’s hard sometimes.”
“It won’t always be,” I tell her. “I want you to do and wear whatever makes you happy.”
She nods. “Thank you.” Her voice is so soft. I know she doesn’t believe me. It feels like every few days, I learn of something else her father said to break her.
“He said those things to control you,” I tell her gently, pulling her against me. “I don’t want to control you. I want to watch you thrive. I want to watch you find w
