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upstairs is the music room. Similar to the house we were just at, a large piano sits in the middle of the room. Granted, this one is not as expensive. It is still a decent piano. A couple guitars hang on the dark red walls. A drum set and a keyboard are propped against the walls in the back. Man, the people who own this home must be rich.
    I walk back downstairs. Hearing voices in the kitchen still, I continue my little tour. The kitchen and dining room are basically one large connected room. Outside of the dining room is the grand living room. It is big enough to hold an entire football team in there. A navy blue couch sits in the middle of the room, and a large fireplace is located to its right. A plasma TV is mounted on the wall directly across the couch. Speakers are discretely placed throughout the room. Surround sound, nice. In the center of the room, beneath a glass coffee table, is a lighter blue rug with soft gold spirals. We’ll have no problems fitting in there. A small bathroom is located just outside the room.
    I keep walking and come across a room made up entirely of windows. Two white benches are placed on the left and right side of the room. I’m assuming this is a sun room. I’ve never really understood the point of having a sunroom. In the center of the far wall is a white door leading outside. Opening the door, I am hit with a cool breeze. I love when the weather is like this. When I can wear a sweatshirt and a pair of shorts and be completely comfortable.
    With the breeze, I am surrounded by the sounds and the smells of the ocean. I walk out onto the veranda and look around me. The house is built in the sand. Standing on large stilts, the house is raised to protect it in case of storms. The ocean is a little bit away from the house, but it is visible. Large patches of foam line the sandy beaches. Gulls fly around looking for any pieces of food. On the left side, the veranda opens up into a gazebo large enough to fit six people. Lights wrap around the circumference and cascade down all eight posts. This reminds me of the gazebo my mom and I used to go to at home.
    Leaning against the railing, I take in the view before me. It appears that we have our own secluded beach. There doesn’t seem to be anyone nearby. I hear the back door open and know who it is before he even speaks. “It’s beautiful out here,” I tell him.
    Large arms wrap around my waist from behind. I lean back into his arms, finally letting myself enjoy the security I feel with him. “Yeah, it is. When I was little, my parents and I would take little day vacations to the coast, and we’d just sit along the beach all day, swimming, having a picnic, and playing in the sand. The water was always cold though.” I arch my head up and watch Colton. He smiles as he relives the memories.
    “There was one time when my family went out to Ogunquit Beach for a day. David and I swam for a while before we got tired. Boys never tire.” He is staring out at the waves with a small smile on his face. “David fell asleep in the sand, so I went around and collected all the small rocks that I could. I spelled out the word loser on his chest with the rocks. He was asleep for so long that he got sunburned around the words. He was so mad when he woke up. It was hilarious. I got in trouble though, but I know it was just for David’s sake. My dad gave me a high five when he wasn’t looking.”
    “I wish I had siblings growing up. Someone to unleash all my inner evil on,” I say.
    “Now you’ve got a big family you can unleash it on,” he chuckles.
    “Oh, and I plan on doing just that.” I giggle.
    Resting his chin on top of my head, we both look out at the ocean, listening as the large waves crash into the shore. As the ocean breeze caresses my skin, I feel myself start to relax. So much has happened lately, it feels nice to just sit back and forget about it all for a moment. Watching the small gulls sweep down and land on the moist sand is