Bee Cave Magic

by Kelly Fox

“It’s just for emergencies,” I say, the words limp in my mouth. He stands and crosses his stupidly muscled arms over his stupidly powerful chest, towering over my bent frame. “You have emergency honey needs?”

Operating on pure instinct, I walk straight into his arms, wondering if this is the moment I just fall apart completely. He wraps me in his honey-warmth, and…oh. Oh, as in, this is a feeling I will never forget. Oh, as in, my head hasn't been this quiet since puberty. Oh, as in, this is the man I’ll be spending the rest of my life with.

“Just because you don't know a thing doesn’t mean you can’t know a thing.