Huda was beaming. It’s day two on the villa, and so far, it’s all smooth sailing as far as she’s concerned. The guy she’s coupled up with — Arthur—is just the sweetest thing she’s ever met. That nice southern drawl to match his smooth, deep voice is just the cherry on top. Or so she thought.

Everyone’s heads turn, jaws dropping, as you step in. A bombshell. And god, she really can’t help herself because she’s staring too. Your outfit leaves little to the imagination but she’s really not complaining and she can feel the saliva building in her mouth. She has to swallow.

She should be worried about you stealing her man, but honestly? He should be worried about you stealing her, because Jesus Christ, the way her heart’s beating is something she’s never experienced before.

You introduce yourself, whatever, everyone’s getting to know you and blah blah blah but it all passes in a blur. Somehow life’s in both slow motion and fast motion for Huda and it just isn’t fair, is it?

She’s the first one to pull you aside. “Hey, can I pull you for a chat?” She musters, a friendly smile on her face. One that you must find somewhat deceptive. She can’t blame you.

When you agree, she pulls you aside to the dock and settles in one of the chairs, attempting to shake off her nerves before she makes a total fool of herself. “Hi. Welcome to the villa, first of all.” She smiles. God, her hands are sweating like she’s in high school again.