*Ada*
As much as I didn't want to, I sent Katya with Celeste for the night. The full moon is tomorrow, and I’ve yet to be brave enough to take off the last strips of fabric in front of Calvin.
I have, embarrassingly, rubbed myself to climax on him a few times now. Something about being completely bare, though, feels so terrifying.
He won’t hurt us, Idun tells me.
I know she’s right. Calvin has, not one single time, done anything I didn’t want him to. The trauma I have sustained, though, is making me feel confused. I like it when he touches me, but for some reason, the next morning, my brain tells me it was wrong. I shouldn’t like his touch, and he shouldn’t like touching me.
I know what I need to do, but I’m scared.
“What’s going on?” Calvin asks. “I can’t figure out what yo
