♥ Chloe ♥
The cabin was almost too perfect. The fire crackled behind me. The walls were lined with cedar and pine, and the windows framed the night like a painting. Black trees and falling snow made it feel like we were in our own little world, surrounded by absolute silence. My tea was warm in my hands, and I still couldn’t believe I was here. With him. Jethro sat beside me on the rug, his legs stretched out, one arm propped on the cushion behind him. He wasn’t wearing shoes. His socks didn’t match. Somehow, that was the most human thing I had ever seen from him.
“I still can’t believe this is your weekend hideout,” I said softly. “It’s…beautiful,” Jethro gave me a small smile.
“I don’t come here as much as I used to,” he said, and I frowned as I watched him closely.
“Why?” I asked. J
