As they approached the beach house, the distant sound of crashing waves mingled with the night air, heightening the atmosphere of secrecy and anticipation. Bruce directed Elizabeth to a secluded spot near the shore, where his beach house stood bathed in moonlight.
They parked the car, and Bruce stepped out, followed by Elizabeth. The salty breeze tousled their hair, adding to the sense of unrestrained freedom. Bruce unlocked the door, gesturing for Elizabeth to enter ahead of him.
Inside, the beach house was a sanctuary of solitude. Moonbeams filtered through the windows, casting ethereal shadows across the room. Elizabeth turned to Bruce, her eyes searching his with newfound intensity.
"You brought me here," she remarked, her voice tinged with both curiosity and admiration.
Bruce smiled, relishing the effect he had on her. "It's our refuge," he replied cryptically, his words laden with unspoken promises.
