Respects My Boundaries

You said no. And he said okay.

Not okay with that tone that means it's very much not okay and you'll be hearing about it later. Not three days of punishing quiet. Not the slow, patient chipping away at the thing you asked for until you can't even remember what you were protecting.

Just okay. And then he moved on. Like a man who is secure enough in himself that your no doesn't feel like a threat. Because you're not a puzzle he's trying to work around. You're the woman he chose.

Warm. Solid. Steady. The scent of someone with enough backbone not to need you without one.

Place it in your warmer. Gently. Just like he handles you.