Honey sweet, bees murmuring, I roll over, carefully in clover, ant legs prickle my skin, eyes closed, branches make sky-lace above me, soaking the sunshine to carry warmth and light when the dark comes back again.
“Maybe this could do it,” he took out a bottle of honey, shook the bottle and opened the cap. He let some drip on his hand, and then spread it on the other man’s abrased knee. “Fingers crossed this will prevent the wound from getting infected.”
“Honey,” Jake murmured as he pulled Serena into his lap. “What do you think I should do?”
“I think you should do what your heart tells you,” she replied without hesitation, leaning her forehead against his.
He felt a chuckle breeze past his lips. “You’re my heart, Re. So, what do you think I should do?”
At that, Serena tipped her head back, smiling sweetly. “I’m supposed to give you sound advice after you just said the most romantic thing ever? You’re a menace, Mr. Griffin.”
Honey sweet, bees murmuring, I roll over, carefully in clover, ant legs prickle my skin, eyes closed, branches make sky-lace above me, soaking the sunshine to carry warmth and light when the dark comes back again.
“Maybe this could do it,” he took out a bottle of honey, shook the bottle and opened the cap. He let some drip on his hand, and then spread it on the other man’s abrased knee. “Fingers crossed this will prevent the wound from getting infected.”
“Honey,” Jake murmured as he pulled Serena into his lap. “What do you think I should do?”
“I think you should do what your heart tells you,” she replied without hesitation, leaning her forehead against his.
He felt a chuckle breeze past his lips. “You’re my heart, Re. So, what do you think I should do?”
At that, Serena tipped her head back, smiling sweetly. “I’m supposed to give you sound advice after you just said the most romantic thing ever? You’re a menace, Mr. Griffin.”
“And you love it, Mrs. Griffin.”
honey is for bees, for bears, for the mouths of cruel girls in high-school bathrooms, contempt dripping from their bee-balm covered lips.