#Chapter100
Delaney's POV
/"Whoa/" I whisper as I enter through the door of our rented beach house's bedroom.
Upon entering the large room my eyes immediately land on the large king size bed, the back of the oak headboard resting against the cream painted walls.
The glossy, tanned wood of the floor boards contrast this.
The white trim lines the bottom of the wall as well as the top of it, connecting to the matching ceiling and ceiling fan.
Directly across from the large bed is a sliding glass door that leads out to a large private beach that only the residents of the beach houses are allowed to use.
To the left of the sliding door is a tanned wooden sofa frame with stone grey cushions and two powder white decorative pillows.
Two long floor lamps rest beside the couch, one on either side of the piece of furniture.
