“You’re beautiful,” Marisol whispered, and for once, Honey didn’t flinch. She had heard those words before, from men who wanted a secret, from women who wanted a trophy. But Marisol said it like she was naming a fact: the sky is blue, the river runs, and Honey is beautiful.
Honey laughed, a sound she usually suppressed because it came out too big, too real. But Marisol smiled, and the sliver widened. black tgirl honey love
“You don’t have to say that,” Honey said, her voice catching. ” Marisol whispered