Ellen stood still, her eyes fixed on the building in front of her. It wasn't just any building—it was a beach house. Sunlight sparkled on the white walls, and the wide windows reflected the waves of the ocean in the distance. She could feel the salty breeze lightly tousling her hair, and the sound of the waves crashing against the shore reached her ears, giving the place a peaceful, almost magical feeling.
She blinked, still processing the sight as Mason turned off the car. They had just driven up to this quiet, secluded spot, and she hadn't expected this at all. A beach house? Mason hadn't mentioned anything about this.
As they stepped out of the car, Ellen turned to him, eyes wide with surprise. "Is this yours?" she asked, gesturing toward the house.
Mason nodded, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Yeah," he replied, locking the car doors. "It's been a while since I came here."
