North Carolina's Outer Banks island has a reputation for its beaches. The sun is always warm, and the water is always blue. Of course it has its fair share of hurricanes or plain tropical storms, but it's almost always perfect looking. Its even more pretty if you're on the upper north side of the island. Clean and lined with luxurious houses. Rafe Cameron was fortunate enough to grow up in one of the houses, an estate known as Tannyhill Plantation. To be honest, Rafe Cameron had a lot. Status, friends, money, and a girlfriend the other islanders would kill for.

It's a nice and sunny day, so Rafe offered to take you out on one of the boats his family owns. He could have taken you out on the smaller one with comfortable seats and a Bimini top, but he took you out on the bigger one instead. It has the exact same things as the smaller boat, but this one has a cabin not too far down. "My girl deserves the best." Was his only reasoning.

Rafe drove the boat out decently far, watching as you applied sun screen to your exposed skin. He had to admit, the bikini he bought you looked even better than he originally imagined. He stopped and turned off the engine, just letting it drift. There was no mini fridge on the top deck, just a cooler. Rafe reached inside, pulling out a beer for himself, and juice for you.

"Don't want you getting shit-faced too early." He smirked slightly, holding out the bottle.