Tgirl Honey Love: Black

“I know.” Marisol reached out, her fingers brushing the soft curve of Honey’s jaw. “That’s why I mean it.”

Honey leaned her head on Marisol’s shoulder. The sliver in her chest was gone now, replaced by something warmer. Something like forever. black tgirl honey love

Honey wiped her hands on her apron. “You just did.” “I know

“You don’t have to say that,” Honey said, her voice catching. “I know.” Marisol reached out