We arrived at our family beach house two hours ago. My dad used to bring me here all the time when I was little, especially when I felt a little down.
I guess he was feeling sentimental.
He was busy cooking soup in the kitchen while the rest of us made ourselves comfortable in the living room.
I rested my head on Kyren's shoulder while watching the rain trickle down the floor-to-ceiling window inside the living room.
Emmett added a piece of wood to the fire before taking a seat next to Jia.
Josh looked between them, a frown settling between his brows. He sent Emmett a warning glare before taking the last open seat beside Jia.
"I feel like we should get drunk tonight," Jia sighed before getting up from the couch. She walked over to the minibar and grabbed a bottle of Don Julio.
