*Calvin*
“Your skin doesn’t feel as hot now,” I tell Ada as I gently rub my hand up and down her back. I can’t believe I was ever worried she’d stop letting me touch her because the scars were gone.
“It’ll come back,” she says softly. She’d moved up on me enough to lay her head on my shoulder, effectively pulling me out of her. I feel deprived of the contact.
“What happens when it comes back?”
She looks up at me and smirks. “We f**k again. That’s how you get it to stop.”
“I think I can handle that,” I smile at her.
I’m more than happy to heal her if that’s the medicine for it. Honestly, I don’t know what I’m doing, but Ada has no problem taking the lead. She yawns against my chest, so I gently roll her off of me and go to the bathroom.
I wet a rag with warm water and retu
