Larissa's POV
Carson brought me into the master bedroom at the far end of the hallway. The room stretched out before us, enormous and commanding, with a king-sized bed taking center stage. Clean white linens contrasted sharply against the deep navy accent wall, while floor-to-ceiling windows showcased the dramatic cliff and endless ocean beyond.
"This is my room," he said without ceremony.
"It's stunning," I whispered, gravitating toward the wall of glass that framed the churning sea below. "Aren't you concerned about people seeing in with all this transparency?"
"The closest house is over half a mile down the coast, and this glass has special coating. Clear view out, complete privacy in."
"We?" I questioned, raising one eyebrow at his word choice.
Carson's mouth curved slightly. "Force of habit."
He walked to the sliding doors that opened directly onto a private terrace extending from his bedroom. Outside, a hot tub sent wisps of steam curling into the crisp evening air.
