“It’s just us in here,” he says, passing me and moving towards the hearth. “We can be a bit freer with our words.”
“And our gendered identities,” Jesse adds helpfully from his place snuggled in his blankets.
Before I can add any comment, though, Rafe moves to a little alcove next to the fireplace and pulls back a red velvet curtain, looping it behind an ornate brass hook to hold it back. “You’re in here, Ariel,” he says, stepping back with a smile.
I walk forward, fascinated, and I gasp softly as I peer into what is just…the sweetest little nook I’ve ever seen.
There’s a bed squeezed in – smaller than the boys, as is necessary to fit in the space, but just as plush with pillows and blankets. And at the foot of the bed there’s a small chest of drawers and the world’s tiniest, prettiest
