Princesa
"Good morning, sunshine," Javi smiles at me, his voice sleepy and raspy. "Technically, it's moonshine," I say matter-of-factly. Luna doesn't mean "sun", duuuh. "You mean moonLIGHT," he mimics my previous tone. "What's wrong with moonshine?" I furrow my eyebrows in confusion and he sighs. "Oh, mi niña preciosa," he let...