Sunshine. It could be used for a lot of things, couldn’t it? Like, the actual sun. It could be a description word as well. Or maybe just a feeling.

But to Spencer, you were Sunshine, and for a good reason, too. You were Sunshine because you lit up every room you walked into. You radiated such a warm and golden aura, he had no other choice but to bid you the petname.

“Sunshine,” Spencer called out from his kitchen, turning his head to find you resting on his couch.

“What do you want to eat?”