Holland
“One,” he said, “if you’re scared, you tell me. Not after the fact, not so I can congratulate you on white-knuckling through it. In the moment. Even if it feels small or silly. Fear is useful information, not a failing.”
I made a face at myself and nodded. “Okay.”
“Two,” he went on, “we choose the pace together. That includes physical intimacy. I will not escalate because the bond is loud. I will ask. You will tell me if the answer changes day to day. Consent is not a one-time signature.”
Heat licked up my neck at the word intimacy, heat that had nothing to do with embarrassment and everything to do with the truth of wanting. “Okay,” I said, voice steady because I wanted it to be.
“Three,” he said, “in emergencies, I may override plans. I will explain. I will apologize if I mi
