Gaia
Dawson led me to the end of the hall and up a set of stairs I’d never noticed before. At the top was a small landing and a small wooden door. He pushed the door open and I gasped.
We were on a rooftop terrace that looked out onto the valley. The sky above was a blanket of stars. A firepit was blazing and crackling happily, while strings of lights criss-crossed overhead. Around the firepit were piles of giant pillows and blankets, and a few comfortable looking sofas. Several of the blankets were laid out, beside a bucket of wine, a set of glasses, and a vase of red roses. A large platter held hot dogs and buns, and the ingredients for smores.
“AWWWW!” I cooed, clutching my heart and bouncing with delight. “Dawson, did you do all of this for
