Join me in the den by Rowan Lyster

Join me in the den Branches propped against each other, so close the light can only whisper, or a blanket fort with cushions to sit on and a mini-fridge of Smirnoff Ice. In here it is warmer than you would think. In here I’ve collected memories of us on the phone, taking turns to read out chat up lines from a plain-text website, ranking all the boys in our year, claiming again and again to be…