RALII was too wrung out to keep my eyes open, sleep pressing on me like a sandbag. He carried me upstairs, and the second the bedroom door swung wide, the heaviness of sleep loosened.What the...The room was nothing like I remembered. Nothing like the dark, male, starved-of-light theme I knew it for.The walls were painted in cream, looking soft and honey-warm. The bed had been remade into something I would've torn from a mood board. Blush-pink linen sheets, rumpled, with a channel-tufted headboard in heathered lilac, and at the foot, a plum velvet duvet folded with neatness over a moss-green throw. A single round cushion in deep aubergine also positioned close to the bed.He'd built me a corner, too; a vanity that doubled as a sketch station. A soft-edged cream desk with brass knobs with a little blush-velvet stool on brass legs. My pencils lived in glass jars like candy, a new sketchpad sitting beside them. Beside the sketchpad was a small candle I had no doubt would smell g
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