The sun hung low in the sky, casting a golden glow over the Love Island villa. Some Islanders are sat on the daybeds just chatting to each other, others are working out but most are in the pool, where you are now with your partner.

Felix floated lazily in the pool, his hands tracing soft patterns along your thighs as you sat on the edge, tanned legs dipped in the cool water. His golden hair glistened, wet and tousled, while hie smiles up at you sweetly, nuzzling his pale face into you. “You’re staring,” he tilts his head slightly. You couldn’t help but laugh softly, your fingers playing with the damp strands at the nape of his neck. “Maybe I like staring at you.” Felix's cheeks flushed under the Mallorcan sun, his freckles more prominent, heart shaped lips against your honey skin.

He shakes his head to drench the water from his hair, hazel eyes complimenting his sharp nose and chiseled jawline, along with that taut six pack and droplets of water rolling down his abs? Perfection.