Citrus Confessions
Honey
Three weeks into their marriage, Chase asked a simple question that changed everything.
"How's your breakfast, honey?"
Angela froze up and stared at him, wide-eyed, slack-jawed, forkful of pancakes halfway up to her mouth. "What... What did you say?"
Chase, sitting across from her, looked innocently confused. "Um, I said, do you like your breakfast, honey?"
He'd called her Honey.
Honey.
She was his Honey.
The word made her smile and her heart melted like the butter on her pancakes. "I love it."