Daylight was streaming in through my window. Someone's rooster was crowing and I wanted to shoot it. Can't a girl wake up at a decent hour? I had left it open due to the humidity and that has resulted in being woken up earlier. I'd bet good money it was John B's rooster.

I groaned and smothered my head in my pillow. The noise was muffled, but still clear. Today was a Saturday, which meant there were going to be a lot of new Tourons arriving on the ferry. I decided to roll out of bed and start my day a few hours earlier than I usually would thanks to my new alarm.

I padded over to the window and closed it with a slam. That took care of my rooster problem. The hallway was still as I made my way down to the kitchen. No one would be up for another few hours since it was the weekend.

I checked the clock and it read 7:21am. My stomach wasn't looking for food yet, so I jumped into the shower for a quick cleaning. When I got out, I popped a bagel in the toaster and searched my hamper for a bathing suit.

I hadn't done the wash in a few days so half my stuff was lying around. I grabbed the first set I found, which was purple with white daisies, and slipped into it.

My bagel popped up and I buttered it and sprinkled on some cinnamon and sugar. That damn rooster was still crowing. I looked out the window at the water. It looked like a good morning to go surfing. All my boards were standing up against the shed in the back. I hauled my blue longboard into the back of my truck and drove off towards the ocean.

The drive down to the beach was peaceful. There were quite a few people milling about, mostly fishermen and other trade smiths who relied on early departure times for their livelihood. I passed by Pope's dad, he was cleaning his gear for another trip.

Not to my surprise, I spotted a mass of blonde hair that could only belong to JJ already shredding waves. He was the best surfer on the island, no contest.

I parked my truck, grabbed my board and my breakfast, and made my way across the sand to his belongings. He must have spotted me walking over because I saw him turn towards the shoreline and make his way over to me.

"Good morning sunshine!" He greeted me with a wet hug.

"Hi JJ. Not surprised to see you out here." I grinned at him and sat down in the cool sand.

"But of course, whenever my mistress calls me, I must answer. Besides, the day is absolutely gorgeous."

"Ah can't relate."

He chuckled and sat down next to me. "Right, cause you're hot."

"I would say 'I know' but I don't want to sound vain."

JJ lightly punched my arm. "Strut all you want."

We stared out at the waves and watched them crash upon each other. There was a breeze blowing that ruffled JJ's hair. Mine was pulled up in a bun so I didn't have to worry about it. I pulled out my bagel and began munching on it, giving half to JJ.

"Who's that?" I pointed to a figure hopelessly trying to stay on their surfboard.

"My guess would be a Touron. Do you think we should help?"

"I'm going to." I stood up, grabbed my board, and jogged out into the water.

The person appeared to be a young man. I would guess around 20 years old.

"Hey!! You need any assistance?"

He looked up at me and nodded, "If you wouldn't mind!"

Oof he's British, this should be extra fun. I had found my next victim.

I paddled closer to him and firmly grasped the front of his board. "Get on your knees and try to balance. I'll pull you to shore."

JJ met us in the sand to help pull the guy to his feet. Standing up, he was a few inches taller than the blonde and thicker built.

"Does my savior have a name?"

"I'm Bailey, and this is JJ." I held out my hand, "And you are?"

"Dakota, but I always hated that name, so please call me Cody."

We shook hands with each other and smiled.

"So, you two friends?"

JJ and I both spoke at the same time.

"He's my brother-"

"I'm her boyfriend-"

Dakota looked between the two of us, obviously confused.

"He's my brother," I chuckled and then glared at JJ to shut up. "He just doesn't like it when I talk to cute guys like you, so he always says we're dating. Isn't that right, buddy."

JJ plastered on a huge, fake smile. "That's right sis. I'm always looking out for you. And I do it out of the sibling love I have for you."

The brunette nodded, the lines of confusion disappearing from his face. "Oh I see. I admire a protective brother, I'm one myself."

"Is she cute?" JJ asked.

"She's seven."

"Pedo," I coughed under my breath. "So Cody, want a tour of the Outer Banks by yours truly?"

He smiled and his eyes lit up in excitement. "That would be really nice!"

"Can I come?" JJ asked, "That's what she said."

"You're asking for another black eye, aren't you?"

We had play fought a few months ago and I had given him a nasty blue and purple eye that lasted a few weeks.

"No ma'am." He threw up his hands in surrender. "I have some stuff I need to take care of with JB in a bit. I guess I'll catch you two later."

Dakota and I waved goodbye to him and turned toward my vehicle. My phone buzzed and I read the text JJ sent me: I get half of whatever you make off him if you want me to keep my mouth shut.

I rolled my eyes and sent him the middle finger emoji in response. He always tried to slide his way into mooching off of my profit. And as such, he almost always failed. Almost always meaning occasionally his puppy dog eyes worked.

I tossed my board into the back of the truck and got inside. "I know a good spot for breakfast if you're hungry!"

"Fantastic, I'm famished!"

I smiled and we drove in silence until we arrived at The Wreck. There weren't too many people inside since it was still relatively early for a weekend. Dakota held the door open for me as I stepped in the building.

What a gentleman. This could go one of two ways, either he would be too chivalrous, or bend to my will.

Kie's mom waved to us as we sat down at one of the long community tables. She came by to take our order and get us drinks.

"So Cody, tell me about yourself. How you think and all your dirty little secrets." I rested my head in my hand and put on my best 'interested' face.

"Well, my family came to the Outer Banks on holiday. We arrived late last night and so far, everything and everyone has been great."

"Cool cool! What about you? What kinds of things do you like to do for fun?"

"I play football with my friends, but nothing professional. In a few years I'll probably apply to intern with my dad in his business. But I want to explore the world a bit before I settle down and consider med school."

I tried to keep my surprise to myself. "Oh your dad's a doctor, that's sweet!"

"Yeah, and his dad before him. It kinda runs in the family."

Kiara's mom came back with water and our food, French toast for me and waffles for Dakota. We smiled and thanked her gratefully. My stomach started growling even though I had already eaten my bagel.

"So, anyone special waiting for you back home?" This would be my ticket. I never preyed on taken guys, that was my one rule. I may be a whore, but I'm no home wrecker.

"Sadly not, I broke up with my girlfriend a few months ago."

Sweet, best news I had all morning. "Awww I'm sorry."

"It is what it is I guess."

Now that we had uninterrupted time to ourselves, I could take a better look at my new conquest. He definitely had more defined features than some of my more recent string of guys. There was this mysterious allurement that drew me in.

He was hot in all forms of the word. I could definitely see him working out at least four times a week with a body like that. And his green eyes complemented his dark hair very well. Minus his clumsiness with a surfboard, in any other circumstance I would actually be attracted to him in a non platonic way.

"Come on, once you finish your food, I'll show you some of my favorite spots." This was going to be a fun day.