By the time we got down to the beach, the sun had started to rise. It was such a beautiful setting, something that I had never experienced before. The way the sun seemed as if it touched the ocean took my breath away.
Dylan kept staring at me, holding my hand in his but never said anything. He didn’t need to. This moment said everything to me. Hopefully, I wasn’t reading it wrong.
“Let me take you to the beach house. It’s within walking distance.”
“What about our bags?”
He gave me a half-smile, half scoff. “My driver will get them.”
Wait a minute. His driver? Dylan drove us here last night. Surely, I would have noticed someone else in the car with us or even following behind us. We were pretty wrapped up in conversation, so I gues
