𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲

honey davis.

the girl of anyone's dreams.

she was beautiful. desirable. irresistible.

i've known honey since she was a child. from the day her mother introduced me to her to now, i've noticed everything about her.

the way her lips would form into a natural pout when she was angry. the way she danced to killing me softly by the fugees over and over. she knew the whole song by heart. and how she would hug her teddy bears when she got scared.

honey was beyond perfection. she was the definition of perfection.

no one could tell me she wasn't perfect. i loved the way she would style her hair in childish pigtails when she didn't want to comb it. only painted her small nails in red. and how she ate all day.

i've never thought of honey as a child. i've always known i would marry her. the naive ginger haired girl with soft hazel eyes that she often wished were a different color. as time went by, honey no longer held the figure of a child she became a women.

her baby face was still present, she looked like a doll. her ginger hair was to her waist. she hated cutting her hair. she hadn't grown any taller since she hit the height of 5'2 at fourteen years of age.

her body was delicate and slim. but it held curves in the right places.

i daydreamed about her in sexual ways. i imagined she would be waiting for me on our bed sitting prettily in nothing but her underwear. i imagined that i would be pounding into her body relentlessly while she moaned my name nonstop.

honey had fragile skin. bruises found their way on her body easily, like they belonged there.

honey liked to wear mini dresses that barely hid anything. they never passed her mid thigh. the bruises could be seen without having to look for them.

i often got turn on when i saw bruises on her body. the bruises that i left. they complimented her skin in the most attractive way.

bruises were my way of claiming honey. i wanted them to be on her forever.

many others held lust for honey. but she belonged to me. she knew she belonged to me. that's why she rejected every single one of those disgusting men.

our age gap was one most people would question. she was only at the young age of eighteen whilst i was at the age of twenty-eight. but it didn't bother honey nor did it bother me.

her mother, sandra, didn't approve of our relationship. sandra was one of my mother's friends. i despised her. she tried to take honey away from me. she claimed that i was forcing honey to be with me. she even went as far as saying that i was mistreating honey.

before i began dating honey she had a boyfriend. he wasn't up to her level. he seemed like a douche bag.

i almost killed him when i met him. honey felt the need to introduce him to me. they dated for two months before i managed to break them up. thankfully things never got serious.

i saved honey from a heartbreak that would eventually happen.

i liked to see honey in pain. but only if i was the one to cause it.

honey belong to me and only me. no one was allowed to have my honey but me.