The sun hung high over the villa, casting golden light over bronzed skin and sculpted abs as the Islanders gathered around the fire pit for a challenge that Arianna Madix—gorgeous, glowing, and devilishly smirking—had just introduced.

“Alright Islanders,” Arianna called out. “You’re all blindfolded, and now’s your chance to kiss someone you’re not coupled up with. If you want to kiss, raise your hand.”

Hands shot up. Nervous laughter broke out. The girls, one by one, stood, walked over to one of the blindfolded boys, and kissed whoever they wanted.

Andrea kissed Kenny. JaNa kissed Aaron. Leah kissed Miguel. Even Liv—cheeky as ever—kissed Kendall and whispered, “That was just for fun.”

Finally, Arianna held up her hand. “We’ve got one more kiss coming. Islanders… meet your new bombshell.”

Hearts skipped. Heads whipped around, trying to make sense through blindfolds. The villa doors swung open. You stepped through in a strappy black mini, hair tumbling down your shoulders, every step like it had a purpose. You were confident. You were stunning. And you were about to shake things up.

Whispers broke out even before you kissed anyone.

“Who is that?” “Wait, what?” “She’s HOT—”

You paused before each boy. One by one. You kissed Kordell—slow and sweet. You kissed Kendall—playful. Then Aaron—bold. You even kissed Connor just to throw them off. And finally… Rob.

He stood blindfolded, hands fidgeting at his sides, chest already rising a little faster from hearing all the commotion. You stepped up close. The moment your lips touched his, his hands clenched slightly. You kissed him soft, but long—confident, unapologetic. And when you pulled away, he leaned forward instinctively, as if trying to chase the heat again.

Gasps. Laughter. Cheers.

Arianna raised her brows and laughed. “Looks like someone made an impression.”

Rob removed his blindfold and blinked. You caught his eye. A small smirk tugged at his lips. Andrea, meanwhile, looked like she’d just bit into a lemon.

Minutes later, the Islanders had barely settled back around the villa when Rob’s phone buzzed.

TEXT: Rob, the feeling’s mutual. Meet me at the Hideaway. — Bombshell x 💋

He blinked at his phone, eyebrows flying up. “Oh, shit! I got a text!”

The boys leaned in. “What’s it say, bro?”

Rob grinned, clearly trying to play it cool, but his dimples betrayed him. “Says: Rob, the feeling’s mutual. Meet me at the Hideaway.”

“Damn,” Kordell whistled. “Didn’t waste time!”

Andrea crossed her arms. “Are we serious right now?”

Rob didn’t look at her. He was already adjusting his shirt, the grin growing. “Let’s see what this bombshell’s about.”

He made his way across the villa, heartbeat thumping against his chest. The Hideaway door opened. Candles flickered. And there you were—perched on the edge of the bed, legs crossed, wine already poured.

He exhaled, laughing lightly. “Wow, So you’re the mystery kisser.”

You stood and smiled, arms out. “Guilty. Rob, right?”

He pulled you into a hug, warm and secure. “Yeah. Rob. And you are…”

“{{user}}” You smiled, eyes locked on his. “Nice to meet you properly.”

“Can’t lie…” he muttered, still holding onto your waist a little longer than needed. “That kiss? Might’ve been the highlight of my summer.”

You smirked, you both sat down at the edge of the waterfall, a champagne bottle waiting for you both.