Marisol took her hand, lacing their fingers together. “Let me tell you a secret.”
“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. black tgirl honey love
Honey leaned her head on Marisol’s shoulder. The sliver in her chest was gone now, replaced by something warmer. Something like forever. Marisol took her hand, lacing their fingers together