STASSI: My name is Stassi Power. I'm twenty-two years old and I own a bar called The SWAMP . I was born and raised in Alabama and went to college in Atlanta so I'm like a soft swerve of country and city. This blonde, boobs, and ass...it's real and it costs money and time to maintain so if you can't handle the heat you gon have to get out the kitchen...because I'm not giving up my pilates membership that I paid six-hundred to join. Not gon lie to y'all..I'm a big ass kid with a deep wallet and attitude problem, but I'm also a sweetheart and super friendly. But when I'm mad or annoyed I can be...what's the best way to say this... venomous..just a warning. 

I'm here at Love Island because why not? I think I'll be your favorite on the show. I'm going to be honest I've never felt the absence of a partner because I don't really care if a person leaves or not because at the end of the day imma still do me unapologetically. But my friends and family think I need someone to reign me back in and let me be in my soft girl era. I've never dated before because I know what I want and dudes was still figuring out that porn isn't real. So I've always been stuck in the we not together but we privately exclusive phase, because you not finna be attached to me and you're fucking embarrassing. 

In my head my ideal guy physically is tall with some good looking hair and eyes. Like give Big Mama something to look at. Personality wise he has to be a country boy because they just do it better for me. Like sweep me off my feet after I'm done partying and take me back to our farm, cowboy. I also want a guy who gives me soul food. And by soul food I mean sex...sorry mom and dad, but it's true. I have a cowgirl hat I need to wear at least once on Love Island. And if you think a camera and millions of people watching at home is going to stop me....have fun watching.

LOVE ISLAND VILLA

"Damn," Stassi looked back and forth looking for someone to join her. "I know y'all did not make me the odd girl," Stassi gasped, but then shrugged it off. "Shi, let me strut my shit then." With one push up to the girls sitting on her chest, Stassi winked at the camera before strutting into the villa she will be staying in for the next six weeks trying to find her perfect match. "Hello! Party's here!" Stassi exclaims revealing herself to the other girls who in excitement rushed up to her with white champagne glasses in their hands. 

"OMG!" The young women looked at the last female to join the group as this season's original female group. "You are so beautiful, I'm Serena," Serena, a brown skin beauty dressed in neon that complimented her skin well. 

"Me? Look at you!" Stassi backed up to look the woman up and down. "And you! Don't even get me started," Her eyes moved over to the other brown skin beauty standing next to her on the right side of Serena. "I'm Stassi."

"I'm JaNa," The woman in bright red sweetly introduced herself smiling at the woman's appearance in admiration but also as a token of confidence as she is happy that is not the only black girl on the show for this season giving her room to feel more comfortable that she will have at least two girls on the show with her that figuratively look and talk like her. 

"Hi I'm Leah," A girl in magenta purple jumps to the front to introduce herself to the last female to walk into the villa. 

"Stassi," The honey blond woman smiled, initiating a hug to show off her friendly side. 

"You're so beautiful," Leah complimented. 

"So are you!" Stassi genuinely smiles before moving over to the last two girls she had yet to introduce herself to. "Hi, I'm Stassi."

"Kaylor," A blond white young woman in baby blue smiled introducing herself. "Oh my God you're a natural blonde too aren't you. I know a real blonde when I see one."

"Yeah," Stassi smiled, but really she wanted to crunch her face because she didn't know what that was supposed to mean. Like was Kaylor insinuating that she looks like a dumb blonde or that she knows Stassi doesn't bleach her hair. 

"I'm Hannah," the last girl more on the slim thick side was wearing cheetah print smiles at Stassi as she introduced herself. "Girl let's get you a drink."

"I like you already," Stassi laughs, letting the woman guide her over to the table that held a bottle of champagne. The others followed. "See, they got the wrong bitch, where is the tequila?" Stassi looked around wanting to see a real bottle and not a champagne bottle.

"I said the same thing when I got here!" Serena exclaims in excitement. "We should go find it behind that bar." Serena grabs the younger woman's hand and guides both of them to the outside bar where they separated both on a mission. 

"Serena what's your poison?" Stassi asked as she was bent down looking at the many different bottles. 

"I'm a Casamigos girlie," Serena states, as she was also looking for something appetizing besides champagne. 

"We're going to be best friends, I just know, "Stassi popped back up with a dark casamigos bottle in her hand showing the woman. "It's time to get turnt."

"OMG yes!" Serena jumped up and down. "Stassi found the real alcohol!" She yells to the girls who remained at the bartop table talking but cheered once the girls headed back over to them with the real stuff. 

"We are not going to drive the boat right now cause we still have to look presentable, but later tonight all of you are taking a shot with me," Stassi pointed at all the girls. "It's like an initiation shot as this season's OG girls." 

"Gotta start this shit the right way," JaNa cheered, agreeing with Stassi. The bottle was passed around in where each girl poured a little shot in their cups. While some girls like Kaylor slowly sipped the shot. Girls like Leah and Stassi took it to the head.. 

"I love you already!" Stassi smiled wide seeing that Leah also drowned her shot. "You're my type of drinker." 

"I'm not a sipper!" Leah simply explained with a smile on her face. 

"We need to, like, sit down and, like, talk about our types. You feel me, right?" JaNa goes to direct the girls' next move. 

"Yes."

"100%".

"Yes, we need to get into it." 

"Okay, but let's do a cheer," JaNa raised her cup along with the other girls.

"Cheers," They all shouted, clinking their cups together. 

"What is everyone's zodiac signs?" Leah started the conversation as the six girls moved their way to a secluded seating area where they all fit. "I'm a Leo, but I'm a triple Leo. My whole big three is all Leo."

"Oh, my God. Crazy," Serena looked at the Persian woman with interest 

"I'm not gonna lie. I don't know shit about zodiac signs," Hannah confessed in which Stassi gave her right thigh a pat as she was sitting next to her. Stassi didn't know anything about zodiac signs either besides that she was a Cancer and if someone says that they're interested in zodiac signs to just nod your head and prepare for an hour uncalled for reading. 

"I'm a Sagittarius," JaNa reveals to the group.

"Okay."

"Yeah."

"I'm a Scorpio. Capricorn moon. Rising. Scorpio."

"Amazing."

"Can I ask everyone, signs that they won't date?" Leah asked the group. 

"Cancer."

"I thought we had something special, Kaylor," Stasi pouted her pink glossy lips. "We were supposed to be the Blonde Twisted Duo."

"We are!"

"Cancer men?" Leah asked.

"Yes."

"Leo men," Serena inputs in which Leah agreed with her. "I hate them. My ex was a Leo. Fuck Leo men."

"Or Pisces?" Kaylor raised her hand. 

"Oh, no."

"Wait. Can you elaborate?" Leah paused. "Because everyone hates Pisces men. But I've never dealt with..."

"They're emotionally unstable," Serena answers the girl's question. 

"Yes. They try to compete with you," Kaylor added. 

"You fucking with __ that thinking they cuter then you," Stassi mumbled lyrics to herself unknowingly Leah and Serena heard and began to finish the lyrics with her. 

"Oh, say you on your cycle, but he on his period too. Oh!" The three girls sang on top of their lungs. 

We've met our girls, and here comes our brand new host, the glamorous, talented star of "Vanderpump Rules", Ariana Madix. Girl, how do you drive in those heels? Slay. So new villa, new islanders, new host, same voiceover guy though. I've got a mortgage to pay.

"Hey, ladies," The host of this season, Love Island USA, known for her appearance in "Vanderpump Rules", Ariana Madix walks into the villa bringing attention to herself and away from the girls' conversation. This caused the group to get more excited because it means the games are starting to begin. "Welcome to Fiji!" Ariana greeted as the girls walked over to her.

"Oh, my God."

"So beautiful."

"You all, absolutely unreal," Ariana states as she pulls Stassi into an embrace before going to personally greet the other girls. "Ariana. Lovely to meet you."

"Hello!"

"You are so badass," Leah complimented the host. 

"I need to get a glass of champagne to catch up to you guys," Ariana walked up the two steps to the bartop where the champagne bottle sat.

"Actually we are dr-" Before Leah can reveal what they were actually sipping on Serena and Stassi unknowingly simultaneously tapped the girl on each of her arms to stop her from spilling the beans. That bottle was for them and what happens in fight club stays in fight club. 

"All right, ladies, let's cheers to...Love Island 2024!" The girls cheered clinking their glasses together. "Oh, my gosh, I cannot wait to learn every single thing about all of you. Do you guys want to go over to the fire pit for a chat?"

"Yes." Everyone transitioned over to the firepit where a semi circle seating awaited for them. 

"Girls, can you believe this is your home for the summer?"

"I can't believe it."

"The heat is making me miss Atlanta's heat a little bit," Stassi joked as she made a little bit gesture with her thumb and pointer finger in which all the girls laughed. 

"It doesn't feel like real life at all."

"Are you guys ready to party tonight?"

"That's my love language," Stassi showed over her diamond k9 tooth gem. 

"I love that. I got some very, very hot guys coming for you soon," Ariana smirked. 

"Yes."

"Thank you!"

"First things first, are we all here looking for love... or a good time?"

"I'm looking for love," Serena started off the conversation topic. "Like I'm tired of the games. I'm tired of the bullshit. I'm looking for my husband."

"Yeah, I kind of just want to skip the boyfriend part and then go straight to marriage. If that's possible," JaNa tells everyone what she wants out of this Love Island experience. 

"Just skip to the end," Ariana jokes. 

"Yeah."

"Damn. Calm down, girl," Hanna jokes.

"I'm only twenty-two," Stassi starts before she is interrupted by everyone's shocked looks.

"Oh my god!"

"No way!"

"You're just a baby," Leah jokingly pouts, bringing the younger woman in from a hug. 

"I'm just here for a good time and if I find love I guess, I find love. But just to warn y'all I can get a little territorial."

"You like to claim them?" Ariana smirked raising her eyebrows. 

"Love to claim them," Stassi nodded, her head smirking. "I'm the type to put my signature on it in Sharpie."

"LOL!" 

"I like you," Ariana pointed at the girl. "Maybe I should do that."

"I'm single because every man I find tries to settle me down. Like I can't have a guy who wants to just keep me in the house. I'm a crazy partier, so I like to go out, and I need a guy who's my biggest cheerleader." Kaylor explained to the group what her past and what her ideal guy dynamically looked like in the relationship. 

"Obviously, I'm gonna know what I like when they come in, but I'm trying to get away from the fuck boys. I'm like, I just want to meet a fine man that's not a fuck boy. It's like I get in trouble with that because nothing ever comes out of it. But I mean, if I'm just looking, that's what I like," Hanna says, chuckling at the end. 

"There's gonna be someone for everyone," Ariana reminded the girls in hopes to give them a positive mindset throughout their journey on Love Island. 

"We love that."

"I'm ready."

"Bring them in! Bring them in!" The girls start to chant. 

"This is going to be amazing. And I'm so excited to get to know all of you, not just tonight, but throughout this entire summer and to be on this journey with you. Like, thank you so much for letting me be a part of it. It's just... it's going to be so fun. And I got y'all's back," Ariana looked at each of the girls as she was giving thanks to them but also the audience about letting her be the host of this season. 

"Thank you so much."

"And I know... listen, I know."

"We got your back, babe."

"Thank you," Ariana smiled. "If I see, you know, if I see anything, I will..."

"Call us."

"Yeah, I'll call you."

"Okay, girls, it's time to get ready for what will hopefully be an unforgettable summer of love," A wide smile creeped onto the host's face. "Last question for me. Are you ready to meet the boys?"

"Bring them out! Bring them out!," Stassi started to sing. 

"Bring on the boys!"

"Well, here they come," And right on cue, entered five boys confirming what Stassi already knew. This was a double steal season. Meaning already there's an uneven amount of participants on side of the gender table making the game a little but more intense even before the bombshells even enter the villa and one of the girls was playing as an early bombshell.

"I want him," Stassi smirked. 

"Who?" Serena leaned in to see who she was looking at.

"Doe eyed puppy in the teal," Stassi made eye contact with her prey and her smirked widened in sultry. She had her claim already in mind.

"You are going to ruin him," Serena laughed, looking at the guy Stassi briefly described. 

"That's the plan."

Welcome back to Love Island USA. The lads are here, and they are dressed to impress. Sadly, one of them's never used an iron before and completely ruined the shirt. But I don't think anyone will notice.

"No way."

"Oh, this place is fucking beautiful," One of the boys complimented the villa as they headed over to where the girls were sitting. 

"Hey, boys," Ariana greeted. 

"Hey!"

"Y'all look beautiful."

"I think he was in Casa Amor," Taylor notified the girls. 

"He definitely was," Stassi nodded her head confirming the lingering suspicion. 

"Hello, boys. Come have a seat," Ariana directed them as they finally approached the fire pit. The boys went around the circle and greeted each of the girls. The first guy that approached, Kordell, wore a neon green suit with no shirt, but it was his face that caused Stassi to give him a second look. Something about his face she knew from somewhere. The next guy, Kendall, was in a powder blue suit, he seemed nice, but the buzzard in her head rang instigator so she knew he wasn't the one for her. And finally after Kendall, her prey reached out with his hand. 

"I'm Rob."

"Stassi," she stared at him in the eyes, as she softly shook his hand. 

"All right, ladies, I'm excited to introduce you to the boys," Ariana went around saying the guys' name as they said their greetings.In wanting to get to know the boys Ariana had them repeat the ritual in where the boys tell the girls and Ariana what they're looking for and how the girls felt about what he said. Stassi wasn't really paying attention as her focus was on Rob who she felt kept looking at her and so she played into it by stealing glances at him. She lifted her eyebrows telling him that she caught him looking in return he smoothly covered his mouth to hide his blushing. 

"Rob, you look very familiar," Ariana goes to the blushing boy who had to make a quick recovery. 

"Oh, yes. Hello, ladies. New villa, new Rob," He awkwardly states trying not to make it obvious that someone already had his attention. 

"Oh, new villa, new Rob"

"Yeah." Everyone laughed. 

ROB: I'm back. I'm Rob. I'm twenty-five. You guys may know me from last season. I didn't find love last time.I was in shit Creek without a paddle. I failed, and I failed miserably. It would be amazing if I could meet a girl here. Maybe sleep in a bed with someone. Last time, I slept completely alone. I do believe in the Love Island formula. I catch snakes for a living. You may not think you have snakes in your house, but you do. Call Rausch Reptile Removal, and we'll remove your snakes. That's pretty good. Somebody write that down.

Anyone that knows anything about snakes knows a thing or two about women. If it's agitated, you should probably step back. If she's agitated, you should probably shut the fuck up. I'm not a one-night-stand guy. I'm very giving in a relationship. I will never stop trying to make the girl I'm with laugh. I'm addicted to that feeling.

I'm looking for a girl down for adventure, loves to travel, and wants to have sex with me at least half as many times in a day as I do. Two and a half times would be so good, but, like, I'll settle for less. I'll settle for one, honestly.

"What do you think's going to be different this time?" Ariana asked him.

"Well, I'm not in Casa, so that's a great start. I'm honestly coming with the same approach...be myself, funny and sexy. Hopefully I find a girl that is interested."

"Okay, well, everyone, this is it. Your journey to finding love has begun, "Ariana announced. "Let's raise our glasses to an amazing summer."

"Let's go!" Everyone cheered and colorful fireworks started to go off. 

"Let me guess, you're from Alabama," Stassi surprised Rob from the side as his eyes were previously looking for her during the cheer before the fireworks distracted him.

"Yeah," He shortly nodded his head. "How did you know?"

"You give off cowboy vibes," Stassi smirked, looking up at him. "Plus I'm from Alabama too so I know how to detect kins." 

"Mhm what part?" Rob smugly looked at her, playing into her game thinking he would have the upper hand, but he didn't know who he was playing with.

"Concrete Cowboys and Snakes Territory," She answers, waiting for a reaction. "And by the way your eyes just widen you know where that is and what it means. That's good to know," She slips away heading back over to the girls, leaving Rob there still speechless."

Welcome back to Love Island USA. Oh, see you lot in a minute. Ariana's got something she wants to tell the islanders.

"It's time to get started. And as usual on Love Island, we're going to get you guys coupled up. But this year, things are going to be a bit different."

"What?!"

"Ooh."

Before coupling up, the islanders will get to know each other with our game...Icebreakers.

"We're gonna play a game where you get to kiss each other first and see if you're compatible before you make your decision about who to couple up with. Sort of a "try before you buy" scenario."

Islanders must crack open the ice cubes to retrieve a card containing a question... which they will answer by choosing someone to kiss.

"Kiss the islander you are most intimidated by." Kendall read the card he retrieved after picking at the ice. Walking back over he swiftly glided over to Stassi and held out his hand for her. Walking over to the circle, Kendall placed one hand on her hip and the other on her chin and leaned down and placed his lips on Stassi's. 

STASSI: The kiss was okay, but it wasn't nothing to be having wet dreams over. Like it was cute. Simple. 

"Okay, "Kiss two islanders who give you green-flag vibes." JaNa read out her card and chose Rob and Coye which forced Stassi to sit through that.

"I'm claiming him," she leaned over to whisper to Serena but little did she know Leah told Hannah the same thing. 

ROB: This is such an advantage, because we're getting to find things out that we would never get to find out just by looking at them, like what they taste like. I'm so sorry.

"Don't be intimidated," JaNa tells Rob after she finished kissing him. 

Kiss the islander you think would have the highest body count, Aaron chose Kaylor. 

Kiss the islander who looks like a heartbreaker, Kordell chooses Serena.

And when it was her turn to read she did not choose him back which left a salty taste in Kordell's mouth, Coye who also happened to pick her up in the midst of the kiss. 

It was finally Stassi's turn to go up and break the ice. Picking up the pic the young woman slammed it down as much as she thought was necessary and picked up the card that fell. "Kiss the Islander you're most attracted to," Without even taking a second to think Stassi pointed at her prey and told him to come with the inward movement of her pointer finger. Knowing automatically it was him she was talking about, Rob stood up and walked over with quick strides. Once he was in front of her, Stassi took the edge of his blazer and pulled it down and towards her in which their lips automatically connected. As their tongues were entering each other's mouths Rob's hand slipped from her waist going south to where his hand had a grip on her ass and gently squeezed as his other hand pulled her more towards him. 

STASSI: Blue eyes got a little spice to him. I like it. 

"Fuck yea!" The two heard cheering. Knowing that there was an audience and there were more cards to go, with a smirk on her face Stassi pulled away and slowly backed away heading for her seat leaving Rob there stunned for a second before he went over to the ice pick and hit it to receive a card. 

"Kiss the islander who gives you red-flag vibes." Rob read and without a second to waste he headed back over to a certain honey blonde. Rob held out his hand waiting for the girl to take it and when she did he pulled her up and back over to the circle in where they shared their second kiss which was heavier than the first one. 

"Should I be offended that you think I'm a red flag?" Stassi questioned, backing away from the kiss.

"No," Rob shook his head. "It's exciting me... Plus I just wanted to kiss you again."

Kiss the islander who you think is the most fake, Kaylor choose Rob

Kiss two islanders who first caught your eye. Serena and JaNa were chosen by Coye.

Kiss the islander you think would be the best in bed. Hanna chose Coye. And somehow her makeup ended up on his face and due to the contrast in complexion it was obvious with the second proof of evidence was the foundationless spots on her face. 

"All right. You've all had a chance to get to know each other better, and saliva has been shared. I love it. Now, hopefully you've all had a better idea of who you want to couple up with or don't want to couple up with. Shall we do it?"

"Yeah." Everyone agreed. 

"All right, follow me!"

"Oh, let's go!"

"Okay, it's time to get coupled up for the very first time. And here's how it's going to work. Girls, as you can see, the boys are each standing on a heart. When I say "go," you're going to head over and stand by the boy that you want to couple up with. This could be based on someone you like the look of, someone you kissed in the game, anything you like. If any boy has more than one

girl standing on his heart, he will get to choose which of them he wants to couple up with," Ariana told everyone how the game was going to happen. "All right, girls. Stand by your boy. In 3...Go!" In no rush Stassi stood back to see where the girls went first. Serena, JaNa, and Hannah went over to Coye and stood on his heart. Kaylor went to Aaron. Leah went to Rob, leaving no girl for Kordell or Kendall. If Stassi didn't have a plan she would've definitely gone to Kendall only because Kordell gives her those big brother vibes and that would just be weird for her. Turning her head to the middle she focused on Rob and Leah and smirked before she joined them. Barely noticing the frown on Leah's face that she held every time Rob and Stassi glanced at each other. 

"You girls really knew who you wanted," Ariana looks over to Coye's heart. 

"Oh, my gosh!"

"We all can't be 6'8"," Kendall joked, playing hurt. 

"She don't want a puppy, she want a big dog," Stassi sang, causing everyone to laugh. 

"All right, Coye, let's start with you. You have three gorgeous girls next to you... Hannah, JaNa, and Serena. Coye, how are you feeling?" 

"Feeling overwhelmed."

"Does this happen to you a lot in the real world?" Ariana followed up asking why each girl chose him and the decision was up to him to choose who he wanted. He chose JaNa leaving Hannah and Serena single and sitting to the side on the bench. Going down the line, Ariana asked how everyone felt about the matchup or isolated heart until they were met with another double match. "Rob you, you have two beautiful young ladies on your heart, how do you feel?"

"I'm happy, I'm already doing better than I did last season," Rob smiled. 

"Well Leah why did you choose Rob," Ariana turned to the girl in magenta purple first. 

"I think it was just giving, like, very, like, sexy Wall Street banker," Leah laughed.

"What about you Stassi?"

"He hasn't stopped looking at me since we made initial eye contact," Stassi smirked before looking up at Rob and sharing a smile with him as he looked down to her due to evident height difference. 

"Well now Rob, it's time for you to choose who you'd want to keep on your heart. Will it be Leah? Or will it be Stassi?" Everyone's eyes turned to the tall white boy. "I'm going to have to go with Stassi."

"Stassi, how does that feel?" 

"I knew it was going to happen," She shrugged it off.

"Confident, I love it," Ariana smiled before turning to Leah. "Well Leah since you were not chosen that means you are single, but don't worry that just means you have a chance to be chosen by either Kordell or Kendall." Leah gave a soft but underlying hurt smile and walked off the platform to join Serena and Hannah on the bench. 

"We still have two single boys on their hearts, Kordell and Kendall, and three single girls on the bench, Hannah, Leah and Serena. Girls, come and join me right here." Ariana waved them over. "Because there are 6 girls but only 5 boys, this season is a little different. "The girls will have to fight a little bit harder to create connections these first couple of rounds because the girls not chosen to be coupled up ends up single which is a dangerous position to be in at Love Island and potentially sent home." Ariana explained how the game was going to work with the odd amount of contestants. "Alright, Kordell, we'll start with you. You can now choose one

of these three gorgeous girls to couple up with."

"-I mean, I don't really have to think, for real. I already know who I want. It's gonna be Serena," Kordell walked over to her and it was up to Kendall to decide who was going to be the single girl.

"And Kendall out of Hannah and Leah, who would you like to couple up with?" He chose Leah which left Hannah to be placed in a vulnerable situation.

"Well Kendall chose Leah which leaves you Hannah still single but don't worry you will have enough time to get to know the boys on a deeper level and couple up with one of them at the next coupling up." Ariana threw out positivity. "Alright. Our first coupling up is complete. We have our first five gorgeous couples of Love Island USA 2024. We have JaNa and Coye... Serena and Kordell... Kaylor and Aaron... Leah and Kendall...and Stassi and Rob. Islanders, in these couples, you'll now spend time getting to know one another, taking on challenges together, living together, and even sharing a bed together. How does that sound?"

"Yeah!"

"Good to me."

"And don't forget... In six weeks from now, the public will be voting for their favorite couple. And that couple could win

"U-uh... no." Rob looked a little shocked at her bold confession, though he couldn't deny it stirred something dark and hot inside him.

"Fine, yes," Stassi snapped, turning off everyone's mic pack. She stepped closer to Lucas, voice dropping into a sharp, bossy whisper. "Now look here, wannabe Chris Brown — Kendall isn't your threat. The two guys you came in with are. While you were busy stressing about losing Leah to Hakeem, I was setting up the plan where Leah knows exactly what's going on. She's going to pick you, and she's going to keep picking you until her real Romeo walks into this villa. Meaning — you're useful, but also temporary. To be honest, I only need you until the next coupling. After that, once I'm back with Rob, you and Leah can do whatever you want."

"Are you like... some evil mastermind?" Rob raised an

"No — I'm a smart brat," Stassi shot him a sly grin. "There's a difference." She turned back to Lucas with a dismissive flick of her hand. "Now please leave, while Rob and I work on our experiment."

"Experiment?" Lucas looked confused, brow furrowed.

"You don't wanna know," Rob shook his head, lips twitching.

"I kinda do," Lucas smirked, leaning in like he was expecting some juicy gossip.

"I'm gonna suck his dick until his eyes roll back and his babies are in my throat — so unless you wanna see the show, I advise you to leave us alone," Stassi stated bluntly, not missing a beat.

"Eww." Lucas scrunched his face, recoiling like she'd slapped him with a wet towel, and took not another second to leave.

"Did you really have to tell him that?" Rob asked, trying not to laugh, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

"Yes, or he would've kept asking questions and you would've been beating around the bush," Stassi replied with a shrug. "Now — do you wanna fuck my throat or what?"

"Is this what being with a hyperactive brat is like?" Rob deadpanned.

"Yes. Now pull your shorts down, grab me by my hair, and make me swallow your nut," Stassi declared, hopping up from the hammock with dangerous confidence.

She sauntered toward a narrow wall sliver — a hidden pocket just wide enough for two people, cleverly tucked away where no cameras could catch them. Rob followed, glancing both ways to make sure no one was around to see them slipping into the secluded space. He joined her in the little ditch, pulling down his white shorts, his mood shifting in an instant.

"You gonna be a good girl... or a brat?" Rob's energy warped from the easygoing, country boy everyone knew, into someone darker — someone in charge.

"Whatever you want me to be," Stassi smirked, locking eyes with him. "Daddy."

Without wasting a second, Rob gripped a fistful of her long honey-blonde hair, wrapping the ends tight around his hand.

"Get on your knees and do exactly what you said you were gonna do," he commanded, his tone dark and firm. The shift in dominance made Stassi's breath hitch in her throat.

Without hesitation, she lowered herself, balancing her weight on the heels of her platform shoes, the added height giving her extra control and leverage in the tight space.

"I want a sloppy mess," Rob told her, his voice low and gravelly. He pulled himself free from his shorts, his length already hard and heavy in his hand. He tapped it against her plump, parted lips, watching her open her mouth eagerly.

Without breaking eye contact, Stassi let him slide in, her lips wrapping around him as he filled her mouth. She moaned around him, the vibrations making Rob groan under his breath as he tightened his grip in her hair.

"Just like that, baby... don't stop," he muttered, head tipping back as she worked him over, taking him deeper with every motion

"Bet you've been dying for this," she purred.

Rob didn't even hesitate. He gripped a fistful of her hair, yanking her head back just enough to make her gasp. "Nah, baby," he growled. "You've been dying for this. Don't act like you haven't been eye-fucking me since you walked in this villa."

"Maybe I like the idea of choking on your dick," Stassi shot back, her voice breathy with anticipation.

Rob's grin was feral. "You're about to fucking love it."

He freed himself from his shorts, thick, hard, and already leaking. Stassi moaned at the sight, biting her lip.

"Open that bratty mouth," he ordered.

She obeyed instantly, sticking her tongue out, teasing the tip with a swirl before he pushed inside, forcing a needy moan from her throat.

"Yeah, take it. That's it, choke on it," Rob groaned as he started thrusting, shallow at first, then deeper. "I wanna see spit everywhere. Messy, like the filthy brat you are."

Stassi hummed in approval, drool already slipping from the corners of her mouth. Her eyes watered as he hit the back of her throat, but she didn't pull away. She loved the roughness, the sting of his grip in her hair.

"Fuck, look at you," Rob muttered, watching the way her throat bulged around him. "Didn't know the villa's biggest brat had the best fuckin' throat."

She gagged around him when he shoved deeper, pulling a broken whimper from her.

"That's it, babygirl. Gag on it. I wanna ruin this pretty mouth so every time you talk back, you remember who owns it."

Stassi pulled off for just a second, panting, spit connecting her lips to his shaft. "Y-You, daddy," she gasped. "This mouth's yours."

Rob grinned, thumb smearing the mess on her lips before shoving back in, deeper than before.

"You're goddamn right," he growled, starting to fuck her face properly now, using her throat like it was made for him. "You're gonna swallow every drop of my cum like the good little cumslut you are. Aren't you, baby?"

She moaned around him, eyes glassy, tears running down her cheeks as she nodded.

He felt himself getting close, hips stuttering, the filthy sound of her gagging and slurping only pushing him over faster.

"Fucking hell... gonna fill that throat up," Rob grunted. "You better not spill a goddamn drop, Stas."

She whimpered in response, holding onto his thighs tighter as he drove in one last time, spilling down her throat with a deep, satisfied groan of her name. Stassi swallowed it all, letting him empty himself before she slowly pulled back, licking the tip clean.

"Goddamn," Rob pants, brushing a thick piece of hair away from her face. "You were made for that." Rob groans, throwing his head back against the wall, taking a deep breath to calm down his racing heart as Stassi stands up and fix herself. " I want to apologize, starting off. I feel like I did a really bad job last night of not...I think I was just like, so shell shocked, I didn't know what to do, andI didn't, like, reassure you. I didn't give you any...Like I wasn't able to, like, affirm you which I really wish I did a better job of that. And I feel like I handled that situation poorly, so..."

"Are you just saying that because I have your nut in my mouth?" Stassi looked up at him wit her hand on her hip. 

"No..No I promise," Rob shook his head.

"Then kiss me to prove it," Stassi smirked. 

He grabbed her by the wrist and hauled her up, slamming his mouth onto hers in a bruising kiss. It wasn't soft, wasn't slow — it was all tongue, teeth, and dominance. He could still taste himself on her lips, and the thought only made him groan against her mouth.

Stassi whimpered into the kiss, her fingers tangling in the back of his hair as she let him take whatever he wanted from her mouth. The way he kissed her wasn't sweet — it was possessive, claiming. The kind of kiss that made her knees weak and her head spin.

"Mine," Rob growled against her lips, nipping at her bottom one hard enough to make her gasp.

"All yours," she breathed, not even bothering to catch her breath before crashing her mouth back against his.

Their tongues tangled, the kiss messy and desperate, spit slicking their lips as they devoured each other. Rob gripped the back of her neck, holding her exactly where he wanted her, not letting her pull away even if she tried. Stassi loved it — loved the roughness, the way he took control and kissed her like he needed it to breathe.

She moaned into his mouth, grinding her body against his as the heat between them refused to cool.

"Fuck, shortcake," Rob panted when they finally broke apart, both of them flushed and breathless. He cupped her face in both hands, pressing a softer kiss to her mouth, but his thumb brushed over her wet, swollen lips, smirking at the mess he made. "You kiss like you were made to be ruined."

"Then ruin me," she whispered, eyes wild and daring.

Rob grinned, leaning in to press one last slow, dirty kiss against her lips before murmuring, "You are trouble, shortcake"

And just like that — the line between filthy and intimate blurred all over again.

Tree Hut Confession | Rob & Stassi

"Umm, where did we go?" Stassi tilted her head, her eyes narrowing as she tried to recall. "We were on the hammock. You guys didn't see us?"

"We were working on data points for LIPE," Rob said, glancing at the camera with a playful smirk on his face.

"Are your parents watching?" Stassi turned her head, locking eyes with Rob.

"I think so..." Rob replied uncertainly, unsure of who exactly was tuning in.

"Rob's parents, I am so sorry you have to watch us, but if it helps, we're being safe... no entrances were made," Stassi said, turning back to face the camera with a wry smile.

"You're not good with parents, are you?" Rob laughed, amused by Stassi's awkward attempt at reassuring his parents, which was probably worse than what they had actually done.

"I've never had to meet parents," Stassi shrugged. "Plus, I come from a freeform household. I basically ran that house... It's probably why my dad just stares at me sometimes and shakes his head in disappointment."

"He's probably asking himself, 'Why are you the way you are?'" Rob joked, running a hand through her honey blonde hair.

"Well, he should look in the mirror, because I'm just like him."

"When it comes to the love triangle—"

"More like a one-sided love triangle," Stassi interrupted, correcting him with a raised brow.

"In my mind right now, Stassi's 100% still my number one," Rob continued, his tone sincere. "I want to be there for her because I know that last night sucked, and I know it had to have hurt her. And I hate that. I really, really hate that. I don't want to make her sad because I think she's really great," Rob explained, opening up about the situation in the villa, now that Liv had joined the mix.

"I was not hurt," Stassi shook her head, dismissing his concern. "Possessive people aren't hurt when someone steals what they claim. We're hurt when the person we claim chooses someone else. And like I said, she can borrow you until the next coupling. And honestly, I think I'm doing good because I didn't say anything reckless or wild."

"Good job."

Welcome back to Love Island USA. As night falls, Stassi is still not puzzled by Rob. Which sucks because that dude loves a puzzle.

"So how are you feeling, my sister?" Serena asked, glancing over at Stassi as they sat in the makeup room, preparing for the night ahead.

"I honestly feel nothing," Stassi confessed. "Like, is it too early to say I feel confident in my position?"

"Yes, but it's also a good sign," Serena replied with a smile. "It means you and Rob are locked in."

"But like, my doubt is... this shit feels almost too easy. And the thing is, like, say we make it to the end, what does that even mean?"

"Like relationship-wise?" Serena paused, her foundation brush hovering in mid-air as she took in Stassi's words.

"Yeah, because I've never been in a relationship or been in love before."

"So you've never had a crush?"

"My last crush was in, like, fifth grade."

"So, you've never been through the falling-in-love motions, the ups and downs, and the peace that comes with relationships?"

"Nope," Stassi said, exhaling as she leaned back in her chair. "And part of that is me avoiding it. I would see how my friends would act in their relationships and situationships, and I was just like, I'm okay with being single because I do not want to go through any of that at all."

"It's scary and it hurts, but it's also normal," Serena shared, her voice gentle but firm. "It's okay to go through those things, as long as you know there's an end point."

"Like, is there a love you watched and thought, 'I want that. I want what they have?'" Serena asked.

"Not really in movies or shows, because white movies felt unrealistic for Black people. The interracial ones always involved some type of segregation, and I'm like, I'm not going through that. I would willingly off myself before I deal with that. And the Black love movies weren't even love movies..." Stassi trailed off, her face showing frustration. "But I guess I always said, when I was younger, I wanted a love like my parents. A sacred friendship that blossoms into love, no matter how fast the relationship might seem to others, as long as it feels meant to be."

"And do you feel that with Rob?"

"I don't know what I feel for Rob, besides sexual tension that's tapping into my possessiveness. But it's also like, I don't know if I'm just being possessive because I'm here—you know?"

"Yeah, you're unable to differentiate if actual feelings are developing, or if it's just island fever."

"Yeah, and the way Rob talks and looks at me, I know our tendencies mean something more to him than they do to me."

"In my opinion, it's only the third night. So give yourself some grace. You don't have to make a decision right away—you literally have six weeks to figure it out."

"Yeah," Stassi nodded, taking in Serena's words. She wasn't sure if it would be enough time, but for now, she'd let herself breathe.

Liv and Rob are chatting, and you know that magical moment when certain couples first meet and there's that instant chemistry? You can almost see the sparks fly. Well, this is nothing like that.

"Oh. Oh, I'm sorry," Rob quickly apologized as he realized he was standing in Liv's way as she tried to sit down.

"You're fine," she brushed it off casually, waving a hand.

"So, how are you feeling?"

"I'm good." Liv stuck to short, clipped responses, her gaze fixed directly on his face.

"What are you looking at?" Rob asked, feeling her stare linger a little too long.

"Your eyes. You have nice eyes." Liv offered a small, almost hesitant smile. "How about you?"

"I mean, I've only got my mind on two things right now," Rob admitted honestly.

"Yeah."

"And that's pursuing things with you and Stassi. How do you feel about me and you?"

"I feel like we're different," Liv stated, and for the first time in their entire string of conversations, it was something Rob could actually agree with.

"Very."

"Yeah."

"I mean, what are you interested in?" Rob asked again, genuinely curious.

"Anything."

"You're interested in anything?"

"Other than snakes." They both chimed in together, which earned them a shared grin.

"What about woodworking?" Rob tossed out, half joking.

"Yes, I did that at school. We made, like, candle holders and stuff," Liv replied.

"Do you need furniture or something like that?"

"Like a cabinet?" she asked, clarifying.

"Yeah, I can easily make a cabinet."

"You can do that?"

"Yeah."

"You must be really creative."

LIV:With Rob, it feels like picking away at an ice sculpture — little bits at a time. Even though the conversation wasn't all that deep, it felt like we were speaking for a lot longer. I don't know if that's good or bad, but every conversation, it's like it becomes a little more.

"You look good. I like the green," Liv complimented, unsure of what else to say but wanting to fill the silence.

"Thank you," Rob smiled, gesturing to his shirt. "My mom got me this."

"Shout out to your mom," Liv nodded with a grin. "Does your mom do your shopping a lot?"

"No, never."

Meanwhile, across the yard, the self-proclaimed Fab Four, still debating a name for their group, were spying on Rob's conversation with Liv from a couch nearby.

"Does he look like he's enjoying this conversation or not?" Leah asked, narrowing her eyes at the scene.

"You can never tell with him," Serena sighed, making the girls burst into quiet laughter.

"Yeah, he shows no emotion," SaNa added. "I just want to see what the body language looks like."

"I feel like when him and Stassi talk, they look at each other and he's, like, staring off into the air," Leah observed.

"Stop looking at him."

"I can't stop, okay?"

"Should I go over there, or should we spy on Connor and Kaylor in Soul Ties next?" Stassi asked, glancing between the older girls.

"Connor and Kaylor are in Soul Ties?" Wide eyes and open mouths mirrored the shock across the group.

"Yeah, they literally just walked up there like three minutes ago while you guys were looking at Rob and Liv,"Stassi confirmed.

"Okay — off to the next mission," SaNa grinned, getting up from the couch and pulling Stassi along as Serena and Leah followed. The four of them crept across the yard like mischievous teens, heels clacking softly against the wooden deck as they tried to avoid drawing attention.

"Bitch, I think they're... Bitch, they're in Soul Ties," Serena whispered, eyes wide.

"Bitch, you're lying," SaNa gasped.

"I literally told you guys that," Stassi whispered back, crouching low on the last step of the stairway, trying to peek without revealing herself.

"Bitch, they're in the nook." The girls huddled closer, leaning in for a better look.

"Shh!"

"You guys, don't fuck this up."

Dropping to their knees, the girls crawled onto the platform, inching closer like giddy conspirators. Below them, Connor's voice drifted up.

"So, all right, just to level with you — I mean, we were talking about whether you're a good kisser or not earlier. I think that's kinda why I brought you up here, was to, uh, see if you were a good kisser. I guess we can figure it out."

Without further hesitation, Connor leaned in, Kaylor meeting him halfway as their lips connected. The four eavesdroppers clapped hands over their mouths, wide-eyed and utterly mind-blown.

Tree Hut Confessional | JaNa, Leah, Serena, & Stassi

"Kaylor kissed Connor!" the girls shrieked into the confessional camera before dissolving into fits of laughter.

"And I'm talking tongue!" Stassi added between cackles.

"Do you guys think Aaron knows?" Serena asked, looking around.

"She's definitely not telling him," Leah shook her head.

"And she shouldn't have to, because it's only the third night," Stassi shrugged.

"This is messy," Serena grinned, eyes gleaming.

"Stuff like this is literally the only reason I watch the show and wanted to be on it," Stassi confessed with a bright smile.

"Same." The others agreed, the room filling with laughter again.

Welcome back to Love Island USA. I'd like to report a crime, please. Some heathen has stolen the potpourri I keep in my dressing room. It's colorful, it's in a rectangular plexiglass box — and it tastes disgusting. Girls, have you seen it?

Meanwhile, over in All The Feels, Kaylor and Liv, the villa's two blue-eyed blondes, sat down for a heart-to-heart.

"How are you feeling?" Kaylor asked as they settled in.

The rundown: Kaylor was stuck between Aaron and Connor. With Connor, it was pure tension — no deeper feelings. With Aaron, it felt way too soon to start imagining someone else stealing her man.

"I'm feeling good," Liv answered, her Australian accent giving her words a lilting edge. "Talking to Rob, it was very much like chipping away at him. Like, I still want to get to know him. Even though the conversations weren't, like, sentimental or deep, it's just like — chip, chip, you know? Like little ones become bigger? And Stassi won't even talk to me about where she and Rob stand or how she feels about me stepping in to see if we have a connection. I still think she's holding onto it."

"Yeah," Kaylor nodded, keeping the conversation going.

"Because her not speaking to me implies he's her all or nothing. You met him 48 hours ago."

"100%."

"Get over it."

While Liv and Kaylor carried on their talk, Rob was making his way across the yard toward Stassi, who was lounging with a drink in hand, half-listening to a conversation between Serena, Kordell, and Coye.

"When I give you the signal, meet me at the dock," Rob managed to secretly whisper in her ear from behind before stepping to the side to show her what the signal would look like.

"Okay," Stassi smiled.

Rob walked away, heading toward the wall, throwing the signal before casually strolling toward the docks. Giving it a few seconds, Stassi refilled her cup with a quick shot, grabbed the glass, and made her way after him.

"Marco," Stassi whispered, obviously seeing Rob poorly hidden behind one of the pillars leading to the dock.

"Polo," Rob responded, stepping out from behind the pillar and walking backward toward the dock.

"What's your long-term goal?" Stassi suddenly found herself asking — which was odd because she rarely cared to ask anyone that.

"The Bama Golden Ticket... It's—"

"White picket fence, wife, two kids, and a farm," Stassi smiled knowingly, finishing his sentence. That had been her dream too, once upon a time.

"I'm guessing it's also yours, yeah?" Rob stopped walking, letting Stassi catch up.

"Once upon a time," Stassi softly smiled. "I used to dream about the Bama Golden Ticket all the time." They began walking side by side.

"What made you want it? And what happened to make you no longer want it... if you don't mind me asking?"

"Watching my mom and dad. And my favorite Disney movie, The Princess and The Frog. Once upon a time, I was obsessed with love and happily-ever-afters... and what ruined it was thinking that if I played the Southern Belle like my mom, I'd find my Prince Naveen. I played the part... and Prince Naveen turned out to be a jerk sent to set me up."

"Set you up?" Rob asked as they reached the dock and took a seat, gazing out at the dark ocean. "Look. Pipefish," Rob pointed at the small fish gliding through the water.

"I just wanted to experience love and didn't care with who... so in fifth grade, I thought this boy liked me because he invited me to Lover's Creek."

"I know that place..." Rob scrunched his face in recognition. "It's where the kissing rock is. They say if you invite someone and kiss them while touching the kissing rock then you're—"

"Meant to be together forever," Stassi finished, a soft, wistful edge in her voice. "He invited me, and although I didn't like him, I still went. We talked more than we ever had before, and I guess I started to feel connected to him. Everything was going well."

"So what happened?"

"A cottonmouth fell from the tree above us. It bit down on a branch, but its venom splattered onto my back. Knowing about snakes and venom, I stripped out of my clothes and headed to the lake to wash it off before it could absorb into my skin. When I turned around... he was gone. And so were my clothes."

"Kids are so mean," Rob shook his head, turning to look at Stassi while she continued to stare out at the waves.

"Only because they're conditioned by their parents... I was cold and naked and had to ride my bike ten minutes home. I thought if I took the back way, no one would notice a naked fifth grader — but the Sheriff did. He saw me, offered me his coat, put my bike in the trunk, and gave me a ride home. When he asked what happened, he said he'd take care of it... and then he told me something I'll never forget."

"What did he say?"

"'Next time someone invites you to Lover's Creek, don't go. 'Cause little girls like you aren't designed for love — just for laying on your backs.'" A tear rolled down Stassi's left cheek, and Rob gently wiped it away with his thumb.

"Little girls like you as in—"

"Black little girls. I thought with my light complexion and blonde hair I inherited from my dad, I might get a pass, but there's no hiding from the older generation." Stassi nodded solemnly. "Ever since then, I stopped believing I'd ever be loved, or that I'd find my Prince Naveen and fairytale ending. People assumed that because I was so anti-love, I'd turn to hypersexuality. But I still believe in waiting for marriage... besides, having oral sex isn't written in the Bible."

Rob swallowed, then softly asked, "So what are your long-term goals?"

"Helping women feel confident in their skin," Stassi answered with a gentle smile, turning to look at Rob, who was already staring intently at her. "I like to help girls, and I'm really good at it, Rob. I sit them in my chair, do their hair, talk to them, and get a little window into their lives. Some of my clients are brokenhearted little girls who look like me, and I make sure they leave my salon better, stronger, more confident versions of themselves."

"Do you ever see yourself expanding?" Rob asked.

"No, because where I am feels like a high. People always ask if I'd ever do hair for celebrities, and I'm like... no. Skills shouldn't just be monetized. I want to use mine to leave the next girl confident." Stassi smiled. "That's all I want to do."

"You don't want to at least try and get the Bama Golden Ticket?" Rob asked, watching her closely.

"Rob... if there's ever a time where a girl walks into this villa and she's everything you could ever imagine... turn your head and choose her."

"What about our deal? Us being endgame and winning this season..."

"Don't confuse my agenda with yours," Stassi shook her head. "You're here for love. And you're a really nice guy who deserves it. It would be selfish of me to take that away from you."

"You deserve love too, Stassi," Rob said quietly.

"Maybe in another universe... or lifetime." She let out a weak chuckle, gazing up at the starry sky. "The thing I love most about living in the Alabama countryside is that at night, you can actually see the stars."

Rob slowly looked away from her and tilted his head up to the heavens.

"Look — there's a shooting star," Rob pointed out. "Make a wish."

Closing her eyes, Stassi made her silent wish.

"What did you wish for?" Rob asked.

"I can't tell you, or it won't come true," Stassi teased with a cheeky smile.

"Look — there's another one. Why don't you make a wish this time?" Stassi pointed up at a bright streak slicing through the night sky.

Rob looked up, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and opened them again.

"I hope whatever you wished for comes true," Stassi told him.

"I hope yours comes true too."

"It already did," Stassi smiled softly before standing and holding out her hand. "Come on — it's bedtime."

"When I was, like, trying to talk to her in the beginning, she didn't want to hear me out because she knew she wasn't going to respect my connection with Rob. I saw them hugging earlier, and the way they were so close to each other—I'm pretty sure they kissed and didn't tell me. She's sneaky." Liv confides in him, not realizing she's telling the wrong person—the very one who'll run this back to the villa's biggest instigator.

"Wow, that's crazy," Hakeem responds, looking genuinely shocked.

As the recoupling nears, the girls gather around, casually but tensely picking each other's brains about what might happen next.

"I've had a chat with Connor. I haven't had a chat with Coye. Do you see this? Notice how we're sitting here, he's sitting there. He clearly sees me sitting here. This is what I mean. The problem is, he doesn't take initiative," JaNa complains, venting about Coye's lack of effort in maintaining their connection.

"Do you think it's because he's currently unable to open up and be like who he is in the outside world?" Stassi asks thoughtfully.

"No, I just think he thinks he's all that, like he doesn't have to try and girls just flock to him and stay put," JaNa shakes her head, revealing how she really feels about the way Coye moves.

Ariana Madix is here. Oh, I'd love to be at this recoupling. I've got some serious FOMO. Oh, brilliant. I'll just grab my Crocs, Ariana.

"Hey, Islanders!" Ariana calls as she walks into the villa, greeting everyone with a smile.

"Oh, shit," Connor laughs, watching this season's host approach.

"Ahh."

"Can you all please gather at the fire pit?" Ariana directs, and the Islanders make their way over, naturally separating by gender. The guys stand in front of the fire pit while the girls take their seats.

"I'm sure you all know why I'm here. It's time for the first recoupling. Each girl will choose the boy they want to couple up with. The boy who isn't chosen to be in a couple will be dumped from the villa immediately. Serena, please stand up. You're up first. Tell us who you would like to couple up with, and why."

"I would like to couple up with this boy because we get along very well. We have a lot of similar interests. He has a great sense of humor. This was not a difficult decision because I feel like I'm not really getting along with anybody else in the same ways that I'm getting on with him," Serena explains. "So, the boy that I would like to couple up with is... Kordell."

"Congratulations, Kordell," Ariana smiles. "Please go and join Serena. You guys are really cute."

"Thank you," Serena says for them both as they sit down together.

"Kaylor, you're up next."

"I would like to couple up with this boy because I feel like, from the jump, everything has been so natural. And I not only feel like this boy is one of my best friends, but I'm really excited to see what the future may hold. So, the boy that I would like to couple up with is... Aaron."

Aaron joins her side, greeting her with a peck on the cheek, leaving Connor visibly uneasy, having thought his connection with Kaylor was stronger in their short time together.

"Hannah. Over to you."

"Let's get it!" She stands up.

"If you want to tell us who you'd like to couple up with, and why."

"Okay. I would like to couple up with this boy because we make each other laugh. You know, we have such a good time around each other. I think he has such a great personality. You know, he has so many amazing qualities about him. I really just love being around him. I can't wait to explore it and get to know him more. He makes me just, like... I feel like a little kid. You know, I get excited to be around him. I know that I'm making the right decision. So, the boy I would like to couple up with is... Kendall."

Stassi's eyes widened — this was not part of her plan. Somehow, Kendall was supposed to end up with Liv, and Hannah was meant to pair off with one of the new bombshells.

"Let's go, Mr. and Mrs. Hollywood!" Aaron cheers for them.

"Kendall, you okay?" Ariana checks in.

"I'm feeling good now."

"Okay, Liv. We're coming to you next. Who would you like to couple up with?"

The Australian blonde stands up.

"I would like to couple up with this boy because over the past, like, few chats we've had, it's gone really well. I feel like he knows what he wants, and that's, like, a massive thing that I look for. He's also very, like, a traditional kind of romance style. Like, he likes to be the gentleman. I've had some ups and downs in the last couple of days, but I feel like this could grow into something. It's been intense—I mean, coming in, having to steal someone's guy, getting to know everyone. One thing I really don't like is when people aren't straight up and honest with their feelings, 'cause I have more respect for you when you are. And that's something that I feel like the person I'm gonna couple up with does. So, the boy I'd like to couple up with is... Hakeem."

Liv finishes her selection, and Stassi and Rob both give her a look.

Tree Hut Confessional – Rob & Stassi

"Wait. Is this fucking play about us?" Stassi points between herself and Rob.

___

"Hakeem, you came in and got yourself a girl," Ariana remarks as Hakeem picks Liv up when he approaches her.

"I did."

"Is that what you expected?"

"You know, I'm just not here for anybody being not upfront. Like, waking up this morning, I was like, 'Hannah's already feeling Kendall much more,' just from the actions she was exhibiting. Didn't align with what she was saying."

"So you wanted her to tell you earlier on that that's how she was feeling?"

"I would have loved for that to happen. Like, I kept on asking her."

"I told you where I was at," Hannah gestures with her hands like scales.

"She never said that."

"I told you I was... I told you he was my number one. But I said, 'I would like to get to know you, but I am feeling Kendall more.'"

"That was never stated," Hakeem denies.

"Yes, it was stated," Hannah snaps, cutting him off.

"She said, 'I'm 50-50,' from last night, to this morning, to literally two seconds ago."

"I did say I was 50-50 because I gotta consider, you know? Like, I gotta get to know both of you. But, you know, I am 50-50, and I'm... I don't know." Hannah tries to explain herself, but everyone looks at her, confused. She just isn't articulating her point clearly.

"Well, it's zero right now."

"I think what Hannah is trying to say is that, basically, you're a flight risk to her," Stassi interjects, cutting through the tension. "You just came to the villa; therefore, she doesn't know you as well. With Kendall, he's been here from the beginning, and because of the first coupling, they've had more time to get to know each other. He's the safer choice to couple up with because the foundation is already built."

"Exactly, thank you, Stassi," Hannah gestures toward her. "I don't feel like I did anything wrong. My connection with him is stronger."

"Yeah."

"But I do feel kind of confused," Hannah adds, when she should've let Stassi's words be the final note.

"You can obviously explore different people, but when it comes down to it, if you are feeling someone more, just say that. I feel like standing there and saying, 'I want to get to know you both,' like you're still trying to like both, could come across as a bit shady or like you're playing," Liv chimes in, giving her two cents on the situation.

"I'm over this sh*t."

Welcome back to Love Island USA. We're in the middle of the first recoupling of this series, and it's Leah's turn to choose.

"Leah. Please stand up. Who are you going to couple up with?" Ariana called.

Leah stood, smoothing out her dress. "I would like to couple up with this boy because I think we're building a good connection, and the more I talk to him, the more I want to know about him. He's a proper gentleman. So the boy I would like to couple up with is... Lucas."

Lucas smiled as he walked over, pulling Leah into a hug.

"Lucas, how does it feel being a bombshell, coming into the villa and getting coupled up?" Ariana asked.

"Leah's a great girl. From the time we talked, it's always been good conversation. I can see us building something in here — and hopefully out there too," Lucas answered, wrapping his arm around Leah as they sat down. Quietly, Leah reached for Stassi's hand, giving it a gentle squeeze.

"Okay, moving on." Ariana turned to the honey blonde next to Leah. "Stassi, your turn. Please stand up and tell us who you'd like to couple up with, and why." Stassi stood with a smirk.

"I mean, it's obvious, but let's play in the theatrics," she joked, making everyone laugh. "I would like to couple up with this boy because he's provided a safe space for me in the villa. He makes me want to believe in things about myself I haven't in a long time. He's honestly the kind of person everyone needs in their life. So the boy I'd like to couple up with is... Rob."

The group clapped loudly as Rob practically sprinted over, scooping Stassi up in a hug.

"Rob, how does it feel to be back with Stassi?" Ariana smiled at them.

"Oh, it feels good. It feels right. I think getting a little shook up helped me realize how much I actually like her. And our vibe lately... it's been different. In a good way. I'm a happy boy."

"JaNa, you're the last to pick," Ariana looked to the final girl standing. "There are two boys left: Coye and Connor. Whoever you don't choose will leave the villa tonight. Who are you going to couple up with?" JaNa took a deep breath, glancing at both boys.

"I would like to couple up with this boy because — besides the fact that he's obviously very handsome — I want to believe he's open to working on our relationship. This has been a really difficult decision, and I hate being the reason someone has to leave, but I have to go with my gut." She paused, her voice catching a little. "Sorry." She took another breath."The boy I would like to couple up with is... Connor."

The girls weren't surprised — they already knew where her heart was — but the boys looked visibly shocked. Connor's expression softened as he made his way over, giving JaNa a hug, leaving Coye standing alone.

"Connor, how are you feeling?" Ariana asked.

"Obviously it was a tough decision for her, and I'm happy she chose me. I think we've got a good connection, and I'm excited to see where it goes."

"I promised myself to always put myself first while I'm here," JaNa explained. "So that if I leave, it's with no regrets. And I did what I felt I needed to do."

"What was it that you felt wasn't working with you and Coye?" Kordell asked.

"Communication," JaNa answered honestly. "When it came to our conversations, I felt like I always had to push and initiate everything first. And I think it should be a two-way street. And with us, it just wasn't."

"I respect that," Kordell nodded.

Ariana turned to Coye. "Coye, you haven't been chosen to be in a couple, which means your time on Love Island has come to an end. Is there anything you want to say?"

"Um... I feel like JaNa made the best decision for her. She's going off what she feels, and I respect that."

"Thank you," JaNa said quietly. "I'm sorry."

"The rest of you — I'll see you soon." Ariana gave them a parting smile before heading out, leaving the Islanders to say their goodbyes.

"Now don't leave Fiji and turn 150 into 155," Stassi teased, pulling Coye into a hug.

"You better try turning one into two while you're still here, shortstack," Coye joked back.

"I'm 5'4 — y'all gon' stop playing with me!" she pointed at him as everyone laughed, stepping aside so others could say their goodbyes.

STASSI: Coye might've left the villa, but I got my snakeman back. My man, my man, my man.

"You look like you know something," Stassi eyed Kendall, catching the glint in his expression that told her he had tea.

"I heard from Hakeem... Liv called you a snake," Kendall leaned in, whispering in her ear.

"Liv called me a snake?" Stassi pointed to herself for clarity.

"Something about seeing you and Rob on the balcony before the recoupling — she swears you two kissed," Kendall filled her in.

Stassi laughed. "That's funny." She cocked an eyebrow. "Should I say something?"

"Yeah... I think you should, just to clear the air," Kendall suggested.

"If I say something, I'm not clearing the air," Stassi warned, locking eyes with him. "I'm gonna embarrass her. And show her how much of a snake I can really be."

"Yeah..." Kendall gave her a look, sliding over a tequila shot.

"What is that look?" Stassi laughed. "I can't tell if you're telling me I should or shouldn't."

"I think you should do what you feel like you need to do," Kendall shrugged. "If it's on your chest, get it off."

"Kendall!" Stassi playfully exclaims, the two of them cracking up. "No, seriously. I need you to actually tell me. Do I say something or not?"

"I think—" Before he could finish, Stassi grabbed his arm, pulling him toward their group of close friends chatting nearby.

"You guys!" Stassi interrupted. "Sorry to cut in, but Kendall just told me Liv called me a snake."

"Wait, for real?" Serena's eyes widened.

"That's what Hakeem told me after he talked to Liv," Kendall added, giving some backstory.

"Maybe you should ask Hakeem yourself, like, word for word what she said," Leah suggested.

"Because if she did call you a snake, you definitely need to say something," JaNa added.

"Okay," Stassi nodded, heading straight over to where Hakeem was mid-convo with Rob.

"Hey, Hakeem — I heard Liv called me a snake. Is that true?"

"Wait, what?" Rob's face twisted in confusion.

"Before the recoupling, she told me she saw you two on the balcony, standing close, hugging — and she believes you guys kissed," Hakeem explained.

"We didn't even kiss!" Rob shook his head. "We literally talked and hugged."

"That's not how she sees it," Hakeem raised his hands. "Basically, she said from the second she picked Rob at the last firepit, you stopped speaking to her and wouldn't let explain her decision because you knew you were about to do something shady and disrespect her connection with him."

"So then... she called me a snake?"

"Yeah," Hakeem confirmed with a nod.

"Okay. Thanks, Hakeem." Stassi smiled politely, then marched back to the group."So yeah — she called me a snake."

"Go say something," Serena pointed toward where Liv was standing with Kaylor and Hannah.

"Maybe not tonight," Kordell cautioned. "It's elimination night. We don't need extra problems."

"If she doesn't, Liv's just gonna keep badmouthing her," Leah argued.

"I'm going to say something," Stassi declared, tossing back her entire tequila shot and filled it up with water before striding toward the table in the middle of the yard. Climbing on top of it, she called out: "Hey you guys! Gather round!" The Islanders glanced over, curious. "I just wanna say something to close the night. I know tonight's recoupling was a lot for some of us, so I just wanna say one little thing..."

"Okay, let me just take my heels off or you'll think you're helping a senior citizen walk," Stassi chuckled, starting to bend down—but was stopped when Rob dipped slightly and swept her up into his arms, bridal style.

"Don't worry about that." His blue eyes shimmered beneath the glow of string lights, a cocky smirk playing at the corner of his lips.

"Thank you, cowboy." Stassi's smile was soft and genuine, her arms looping loosely around his neck as he carried her toward the staircase.

"Is that a hot tub or a bed?" Stassi asked, brows furrowed in curiosity. Rob gently set her down, making sure she had steady footing before looking up to spot a neon sign flickering against the wall: Soul Ties.

"That's cool," Rob remarked casually, reclaiming her hand without hesitation and tugging her along to continue the impromptu tour.

The next room opened up before them, lined with beds—intimate, bold, and utterly shameless. Each one was marked with a name at the footrest, like a whispered promise of ownership.

"What are the odds we're all the way at the end?" Stassi murmured, lashes fluttering closed like she was making a wish to the universe.

"I'd say... zero." Rob's smirk deepened, his hands slipping into his pockets, voice low and rasping. "We're right between Serena and Kordell, and JaNa and Coye." He pointed toward a bed near the center—the one dressed in blush-pink throws and sheets too soft not to sin in.

"Oh, poo," she pouted, her bottom lip jutting out just enough to stir something reckless in him.

"At least it's big enough for sex," Rob blurted—too quick, too raw. The words hung in the air like a struck match. His pulse slammed against his ribs. He hadn't meant to say that. Not like that.

Stassi blinked slowly, tilting her head, studying him. "How many times?"

That stopped him dead in his tracks.

He turned his head to find her already watching him—no hint of judgment, just smoldering heat. Thick. Daring. She looked at him like she already knew exactly what he tasted like.

"One," he croaked, his voice rough.

"Just one?" She stepped closer, the curve of her hip swaying like temptation made flesh. "Seems... disappointing."

"Two." He adjusted, his voice shedding its earlier hesitation, dipping into something darker, more dangerous.

Stassi reached up, fingers ghosting along the collar of his shirt. "Three."

"A week?"

She smiled like sin itself. "A day." Then her voice dropped, velvet-soft, a dare woven through every syllable. "Unless you can't handle that."

His breath caught. Every nerve in his body lit up. Game on.

"Oh, I can handle it," he promised, closing the scant distance between them until barely an inch of charged air remained. "Question is—can you?"

"You worried about the cameras?" she teased, fingers threading through his hair, pulling his gaze to her mouth.

"That's what makes it worth watching," he murmured

Stassi's eyes flickered—like a match right before it hits flame. "You gonna give them a show, Rob?"

He didn't answer. He just moved.

In one smooth, dominant shift, he picked her up and laid her on the bed like she was something delicate—but something he already owned. Her legs wrapped around him instinctively, skin hot against his hips, silk against muscle.

"You think you'll be able to stay quiet?" he whispered, his mouth brushing against her ear as he pressed against her, not quite moving—just letting her feel.

"That depends..." she whispered, nails lightly dragging down the nape of his neck. "Are you planning to ruin me or just tease me?"

Rob growled softly, a sound that made her legs tighten around him.

"Oh, baby," he whispered against her neck, his lips grazing the skin just below her ear. "For the next six weeks, your pleasure belongs to me. Every. Damn. Moan."

"Yes, daddy..." she exhaled, voice trembling but hungry. She was losing herself in the way he was looking at her—like he wanted to devour her whole.

"Good girl," he murmured, brushing her lips with his thumb. "You keep saying that, and I'll make sure this bed becomes your favorite place on this entire island...or Soul ties...maybe the kitchen counter...or the shower."

She bit her lip hard, then nodded slowly.

He stood, pulling her with him, chest rising and falling like he was holding back a storm. He wrapped an arm around her waist, his fingers sliding in one of the negative spaces in the crochet-like dress, teasing her skin.

"Let's continue to look around," he said, low and thick with promise. 

Stassi followed, breathless and burning.

She didn't just want him.

She wanted the fire he lit in her—and she was ready to burn for it. "We should go outside for some fresh air," Stassi said, trying to calm her breathing as they walked through the halls, heading toward the outdoor seating area.

"Look, there's a swing."

She pointed to the bench swing and grabbed Rob's hand, pulling him over to sit.

"What the fuck, it doesn't even swing," Stassi pouted, kicking off the ground in an attempt to make it move.

"Not gonna lie, I thought it did too," Rob chuckled, leaning back casually.

"Maybe we share, like, a brain cell," Stassi laughed, shifting to sit on her knees, but Rob gently grabbed her calves and placed them across his lap. His fingers began tracing lazy lines up and down her smooth legs.

"Maybe we do," Rob smiled, taking a moment to soak in her beauty and the cozy, warm aura that seemed to radiate off her. "Just one... I feel like I have one right now."

That earned a laugh from Stassi.

"So, what's your passion?" he asked.

"Um..." Stassi knew exactly what her passion was, but staring into his ocean-blue eyes had her thoughts scrambling. "Hand me the brain cell."

"Here you go," Rob grinned, pretending to pluck something invisible from his head and hand it to her. "You can have the brain cell now."

They both burst out laughing. To an outsider, it might not have been that funny—but when you're hooked on pure chemistry, even nonsense felt electric.

"What are your special skills?" he asked.

"Hair. I love to do hair or anything that helps boost women's self-esteem or maintenance. That's why I have a salon. I can also cook..more importantly I know how to use a smoker."

"Would you make me ribs?" 

"I could definitely make you ribs...I don't know bout you but, I love when my rib meat just falls off the bone." Stassi smiled.

"Wifey material over here," Rob licked his bottom lip.

"I also love to garden... but I'm afraid I'm not talking about flowers. Still counts though, it's a plant," Stassi teased.

"Are you admitting to a crime taking place in the state of Alabama?" Rob smirked.

"What! No," Stassi laughed, quickly putting a finger to her lips, signaling him to keep the secret.

"Can you juggle?"

"I actually can juggle... it's my bar trick," Stassi nodded proudly.

"Fuck," Rob groaned dramatically.

"Don't tell me that's a fucking red flag," she said, playfully pushing him.

"I'm sorry, but it is," Rob teased, putting on an exaggeratedly sympathetic expression. "But it's okay. I guess I can put up with it for you..."

"Yeah?" Stassi tilted her head at him.

"Yeah," Rob repeated, inching just a little closer.

"I feel like they knew what they were doing when they asked both of us to come here," Stassi said, instinctively closing the gap between them. Rob responded by draping his arm over her bare shoulders.

"You think so?"

"I know so. Just looking into your eyes, I can tell we're... not the same person, but not opposites either. It's like a healthy blend—the kind of dynamic you see when relationships start off as close friendships."

"I can see that," Rob nodded.

"Really?" Stassi leaned forward and gave him a look. "I was just bullshitting. I felt like something corny needed to be said so I could see your fake 'I totally understand what you're saying' face."

"How did it look?" Rob laughed.

"Could use some improvement, but it's okay—we've got six weeks to work on it."

"Well, let's see if you have what I want."

"Yes, sir," the honey-blonde saluted him before Rob reached out and gently pulled her into his chest.

"Well, I mean, looks-wise, you're doing great... but I don't know anything about you."

"What would you like to know, cowboy?" Stassi glanced up and noticed he was already staring.

"Do you like snakes? Because I'm a snake wrangler."

"Shut the fuck up," Stassi leaned forward, fully turning around to look at the man she was paired with. "Are you serious?"

"Yeah," Rob said, chuckling as he toyed with the anklet on her left ankle.

"Yeah, us meeting was definitely a setup," she said, genuinely smiling at him. "I absolutely love snakes."

"You do?" Rob's brows lifted. He'd never met a girl who didn't just tolerate but shared his love for snakes.

"Yes! I have two pythons at home that I raised since I was little," Stassi explained, then stood and lifted her dress slightly. "I'm not stripping, so keep your boner in check."

"I'll try my best," Rob joked.

"These are my babies' prints—Cookies N' Cream and Red Velvet." She showed him the tattoos: black and red inked scales wrapped around her upper thighs and waist in two different distinct looks.Curled along her left side was a black scales that has a line of red sales in the middle resembling the look of an oreo. Then on her side was all red scales. 

"That's so cool," Rob's gaze traced the designs, appreciating the way the ink marked her body. "Where did you find them?"

"I found Cookie's egg next to her mom's body by the swamp near the Chattahoochee line—she died in a fight with a Cottonmouth. Cookie was the only surviving egg. Velvet was one of the eggs to my dad's python."

"It's a perfect match," he smiled, genuinely impressed.

"I don't know... I've been told I do things that would be considered red flags in a relationship."

"Like what?"

"I don't know...Some guys I've talked to say, my way of partying is a flag." Stassi shrugged. "My mom thinks my red flag is that I don't allow myself to be warped into emotions connected to falling in love ."

"And what do you think is your red flag?"

"My red flag is that I don't like falling in love or being in love. I push guys away because I don't want to go through the honeymoon phase where everything feels intense and cringey. And then after honeymoon phases, girls are dumb and just fall for anything the guy tells them just because they're in love with him."

"Is it because you're scared of the intensity of emotions that happens when a person falls in love or claims to be in love?"  

"Are you a part-time therapist?" Stassi furrowed her brow. "If not, you should be. That was a good-ass psychoanalysis... or deduction."

"Okay, you're scared of falling in love. What else is a red flag?" Rob asked.

"I talk a lot."

"That's okay, I don't really talk," Rob shrugged.

"You do give off suffer in silence vibes... or bodyguard energy."

"Is it because I'm six feet?"

"More like five-eleven," Stassi snorted.

"I started catching snakes when I was your height. That's how short you are, shortcake," Rob grinned.

"Shortcake is actually a cute nickname, so I'll let it slide. But I'm five-four without heels, which is normal height, thank you very much," Stassi huffed.

"Let me see—stand up."

Stassi rose from the bench and started to untie her heels, but, like before, Rob beat her to it, crouching down to help.

"Why thank you, Prince Charming," Stassi said with a playful curtsey.

"You're welcome, my lady," Rob replied, standing up straight to compare their heights. "Yeah, shortcake—we're gonna have to work on that height."

"How?! I stopped growing freshman year of college," she crossed her arms, pouting. "Plus, instead of telling me to fix my shortness, which is actually average height, let's talk about your tallness. What do you even see being that tall?"

Instead of answering, Rob turned her around and effortlessly lifted her by the waist.

"It's actually cold up here," she muttered, wide-eyed.

"And you ruined it," Rob joked, pretending to drop her.

Stassi squealed, only to be safely caught and gently lowered back down.

"Wait—that was fun," she said, turning to him with wide eyes. "Do it again!" She held out her arms expectantly.

"What are you, five?" Rob smirked.

"No, four. Now do it again... please," she said, giving him her best puppy-dog eyes.

"Yeah, no," he chuckled, turning to walk away.

"Ahh! My puppy eyes work on everyone!" Stassi called after him. "Why didn't it work on you?... Rob? Rob, please answer—I need to know... Why didn't my puppy eyes work on you?"

So they all seem pretty happy in their new home. But just to be sure, we've double-bolted all the doors and put security guards on every exit.

"Are you feeling pretty locked in?" Serena asked Stassi as all the girls gathered in the makeup room, undressing and slipping into their nighttime routines. The air was thick with the scent of makeup wipes, body lotion, and the faint sweetness of lingering perfume.

"I don't know about locked in, but I am confident in our coupling," Stassi replied, claiming her usual seat at the vanity, a spot she'd unofficially staked out as hers. "It feels too obvious and easy."

"You guys have a lot in common?" JaNa asked from across the room, rifling through her clothes as she prepared to change.

"A lot of stuff in common. So much that it almost feels weird... like a setup," Stassi admitted, grabbing a paddle brush and beginning to wrap her hair with practiced ease, sticking to the same nightly ritual she followed at home—minus the smoking a blunt part. "What about you guys?"

"I'm feeling locked in," Leah confessed with a soft shake of her head, a small, satisfied smile playing on her lips as she thought back to her evening getting to know Kendall.

"Yeah?" Serena grinned at her, a little spark of excitement in her eyes.

"Yeah, I think he's, like, delicious," Leah added with a wide smile.

"Yes!" Serena cheered quietly, clapping her hands together.

"But I'm also not the type of person that's like, 'Let's fuck tonight.'"

"Yeah."

"Damn, is it bad that I am?" Stassi looked between Serena and Leah, raising a brow. "I can't help it. I have a high sex drive... plus, I think Rob has like a daddy dom kink, and I'm trying to explore that."

"Absolutely not," Leah declared firmly. "If you wanna sleep with him tonight because you wanna have adventurous, mind-blowing sex, then do it. Do it because you want to, not because he wants to. You're the one in control."

"I say have sex with him to get your release, then pretend to be tired after before he gets his," JaNa chimed in, smirking.

"Just don't be too loud, I sleep next to y'all," Serena teased, sending the room into a fit of laughter.

"You guys, it's our first night!" JaNa called out as she ducked behind the shelves to slip into her night clothes.

"What do you guys sleep in?" Hannah piped up from her spot, glancing around the room. "Do you sleep in, like, cute PJs or do you, like, chill?"

"I'm literally wearing a T-shirt and shorts," Leah answered.

"I like to sleep naked, but I'm not doing that here, so I guess I'm stuck with nighties," Stassi replied, grabbing her toothbrush and heading toward the bathroom. "Hey," she greeted casually as she walked in, spotting Rob already inside brushing his teeth.

"Hey," Rob mumbled, distracted, barely glancing up until Stassi stepped up beside him. His gaze shifted, doing a double take when he registered what she was wearing.

"Uh... um... are you ready to share a bed?"

"Yeah," Stassi replied, her toothbrush slipping into her mouth as she started scrubbing at her teeth and gums.

"Wait, do you guys wear underwear to bed?" Rob overheard one of the girls ask from the makeup room. For some reason, the question made him subtly glance toward Stassi's backside, as if the answer might be written there. And it was. The realization that the answer was no made his mind leave his body and launch straight into fantasy land.

"Do you like to cuddle?" Stassi's voice cut through the haze of his thoughts, dragging him back to reality.

"Uh..." Rob cleared his throat, forcing his eyes back to her, finding her now standing right in front of him, toothbrush in hand, finished with her routine. "Ye-yeah."

"Good," she smiled, sauntering out of the bathroom and into the bedroom where the others were slowly trickling in.

"Here," Serena whispered, catching Stassi's attention with a discreet fist bump. When Stassi cupped her hand underneath, Serena smoothly dropped the small item without anyone noticing. And the second it touched her palm, Stassi knew exactly what it was. A condom.

"Thanks," Stassi whispered back, a smirk tugging at her lips.

"And I don't wanna hear nothing," Serena pointed sternly.

"Yes, Mom." Stassi playfully rolled her eyes.

"I refuse to be a grandmother on day one," Serena joked — only to shriek in surprise when Kordell launched himself Superman-style onto their shared bed.

By the end of a long, charged evening, the couples were set: Coye and JaNa, Leah and Kendall, Stassi and Rob, Serena and Kordell, Aaron and Kaylor. And Hannah — solo.

Though her eyes were closed, Stassi was still very much awake. She could tell Rob was too — by the way his hand moved in slow, steady circles against her waist. But now, the pace wasn't as relaxed as before. There was a deliberate weight to it, his touch growing heavier, his control unraveling thread by thread. It made her stomach flutter.

"What's wrong?" she murmured, turning over in his hold and curling into his chest as they lay spooned together on their sides.

"You and this nightie are making it very hard for me," Rob groaned softly against her temple.

"Hard to do what?" Stassi tilted her head up, giving him a wide-eyed, innocent look that she knew damn well drove him insane.

"To fight temptation with you looking like that," he admitted, his voice thick with desire.

Stassi smiled, teasing. "What do I look like? I hope it's comfortable, because I was going for cozy bedtime vibes."

"You know exactly how you look," he muttered, his fingers giving a possessive squeeze to her hips before trailing down to cup her ass cheek. "Can I kiss you?"

Instead of answering, Stassi leaned in, pulling the covers up around them for a little privacy before pressing her lips to his. There was no slow build, no teasing flirtation — the kiss was hungry from the first touch, igniting a wildfire heat that settled low in their stomachs, urging them closer.

"Why are you trying to tempt me, huh?" Rob whispered against her lips, breaking the kiss only to trail his mouth down her jaw and to the curve of her neck. In one swift, fluid motion, he rolled them over, pressing Stassi beneath him as her legs instinctively parted to cradle his hips.

"First, this short little nightie that barely covers your ass," he growled, both hands kneading the soft flesh of her cheeks. "Then you're not wearing any underwear?" He ground his hips against her, the thick bulge in his shorts pressing exactly where she needed it. "You look like a brat who hasn't been trained properly. Is that what this is? You want me to train you for the next six weeks?"

The slow, sinful grind of his hips made it hard to breathe, her body reacting instantly, her clit catching perfectly against the hard ridge of his cock through his shorts.

"Y-Yes," Stassi breathed, her voice a soft, needy whimper.

"Good girl," Rob rumbled, keeping up the motion, savoring every desperate little sound she made. "Here's what's gonna happen. You're gonna stay quiet, and you're gonna grind that sweet pussy on my cock until I see your cream all over these shorts. And you better not wake anyone up."

He pressed down harder, drawing a gasp from her lips, the friction maddeningly perfect.

"And when I decide it's enough," he murmured, his voice a dark, wicked promise in her ear, "you're gonna march your cute ass into that shower, bend the fuck over, and let me eat that sweet pussy from behind. Got it?"

"Yes, Daddy," she whispered, already chasing the friction, her hips falling into a steady, hungry rhythm, her arousal slicking her thighs and marking his shorts.

"Mmm, that's my good girl," Rob smirked against her neck, his teeth scraping lightly over the sensitive skin, savoring the shiver that ran through her. Stassi's hips rolled with a need all their own, grinding against him as that delicious, sinful heat built between them.

The friction was dizzying, and it only got worse — or better — every time he flexed his hips up to meet hers.

"Look at you," he murmured, pulling back just enough to watch the way her face twisted in pleasure. "So desperate for it, you're already trembling." His hand slid up to cup her throat, applying just enough pressure to make her whimper. "Bet you didn't think Daddy would catch on, huh? Walking around in this tiny-ass thing, no panties, acting like you're innocent."

Stassi bit her lip, hips grinding harder, her thighs trembling around him. "I just wanted to be comfortable," she whispered, but the teasing glint in her eyes gave her away.

"Oh, you're gonna be real comfortable when I'm done with you," Rob growled, leaning down to capture her lips again in a rough, claiming kiss. His hand slid between them, pulling her nightie up around her waist, exposing her completely to him.

"Fuck," he muttered against her lips as his fingers slipped between her folds. "So wet already — and we haven't even gotten to the good part yet."

Stassi moaned into his mouth, her hips bucking against his hand. The way his fingers teased her, not quite giving her what she wanted, was enough to make her head spin.

"Daddy," she whimpered.

"Uh-uh," Rob shook his head, withdrawing his hand and licking his fingers clean, a wicked grin on his face. "Not yet, shortcake. I told you what to do — you keep grinding on this dick until you make a mess on my shorts. Don't get greedy now."

Stassi whimpered at the loss of his touch but obeyed, resuming her slow, sinful grind against him. Every brush of his cock against her clit made her walls clench, heat building fast and sharp in her belly.

Rob watched her, his hands gripping her hips to guide her movements, forcing her to keep the pace he wanted. "Look at you," he praised, voice low and rough. "Such a good little thing when you wanna be."

"I-I'm close," she breathed, her voice trembling.

"Good," he rasped, slamming his hips up into hers one final time. "Soak me, shortcake. Show me how bad you needed it."

With a soft cry, Stassi's body tensed, her climax hitting hard as she rocked through it, a wet spot visibly marking his shorts. Rob groaned, watching her fall apart for him, satisfaction written all over his face.

"Goddamn," he muttered, pulling her down for a slow, filthy kiss as she came down from her high.

Once her breathing settled, he gave her a playful smack on the ass. "Alright, get your fine ass in that shower."

Stassi padded toward the bathroom, legs still weak, her body flushed and tingling in the best way. She could feel his gaze burning into her back with every step, heavy with hunger.

"You coming," she teased softly over her shoulder, "or just gonna stand there imagining what you're about to do to me?"

Rob was already peeling back the comforter with a wicked smirk curling his lips. "Both."

Before Stassi could flick on the bathroom light, Rob caught her wrist, silently pointing to the small camera in the corner — its red light blinking, signaling it was on and filming. He gently shut the door behind them with a soft click, then opened the shower door. The glass was mostly clear, but there was a frosted white block in the middle, perfectly placed to obscure everything at that level from the camera's view. It was the one spot in the room where they could have a little privacy.

"Shh," he murmured, lips brushing her ear. "You forget we've got people in this house now."

A slow grin spread across Stassi's face. "Then you better keep me quiet."

"Oh, I will," Rob growled, his voice rough, already bunching her nightie up over her hips. "And you better not make a fucking sound — that camera's on and you know if anybody hears you, we're both done for."

"What? You're scared?" Stassi smirked with a devious look in her eyes. That little thrill of danger sent a pulse straight between her legs.

Rob didn't waste time. He guided her over to the cool tile wall, turning her around and pressing a hand between her shoulder blades until she sank down onto her hands and knees. The tiles were cold against her palms, her hair falling around her face, and the air thick with tension.

"Stay just like that," he ordered, his hand giving one firm smack to her ass, making her bite her lip to hold in a gasp. "You so much as whimper too loud, and I'm dragging you back to our room to finish this in front of everyone."

"Yes, Daddy," she whispered, her heart pounding in her chest.

Rob knelt behind her, his large hands gripping the soft flesh of her thighs, spreading her open. "Fuck," he muttered, staring at the slick mess between her legs. "Look at this. Walking around like this, no panties, teasing me like it's a game."

Without another word, he leaned in, his tongue flattening against her slit from behind, slow and filthy. Stassi's entire body jolted, her hands bracing tighter against the floor as a sharp moan caught in her throat.

Rob groaned against her, eating her like a man starved, licking up every drop of her arousal while his tongue circled her clit, then slid back down to her entrance. He alternated between long, deep strokes of his tongue and rough, greedy sucks, making her tremble beneath him.

Stassi bit down on her wrist to stay silent, her breath coming in ragged little gasps.

"See what you do to me?" Rob rasped against her, his lips wet, his voice dark and thick. "You better cum for me, shortcake. Nice and quiet."

He slipped two fingers inside her, curving them just right while his tongue flicked over her clit. Stassi's eyes squeezed shut, her body rocking back against his face.

The only sounds were the slick, sinful noises of his tongue and fingers working her over, their ragged breathing, and the faint hum of the house settling outside the bathroom.

"Daddy, I-I'm—" she barely whispered, her voice trembling.

"Cum," Rob growled, his tongue lashing harder, his fingers pumping deep.

It hit her like a wave, her body tensing, her legs shaking, her orgasm crashing through her in thick, hot pulses. She bit down on her fist to stifle the cry that almost escaped, her body rocking in his grip as he held her steady, tongue still teasing every last aftershock out of her.

When she finally sagged forward, trembling and breathless, Rob stood up, his lips slick, his eyes dark and smug. And before she could think that it was over, Rob's grip on her thighs tightened and he lifted her pussy to his face in where her lower half was now in the air and her face was met with his lower friend. "Not tonight," Rob spanked her, the second he felt her touch his dick. "Tonight is all about you," He then proceeds to spit on her pussy adding onto the wetness and slick before diving in again. 

"Fuck," Stassi softly moaned. 

—-

Tree Hut Confession | Rob & Stassi

"So yeah, we fucked on the first night," Rob shrugged his shoulders with a smirk as he sat in front of the camera, Stassi in his lap.

"If anything, we're simply just doing a science experiment where we test our sexual connection," Stassi said, looking at the camera.

"Is that what this is? A science experiment to test our sexual connection?" Rob looked at her, softly drawing circles on her thigh with his thumb.

"Yes," Stassi smiled. "Hear me out. We're gonna follow the scientific method. Starting with observation — which is our obvious sexual tension within a day of knowing each other. So the question is: does automatic sexual tension and having a lot of things in common make us an obvious match? Our hypothesis is yes — we're a perfect match because of the automatic sexual attraction and the similarities in our likes and attitudes," she explained.

"And how will we be conducting this brilliant experiment?"

"We set up boundaries and perks. The perks are: we have sex every day for the next six weeks."

"I'm liking where this is going," Rob nodded.

"Our boundary is that we're not allowed to hook up with other people," Stassi declared.

"What about kissing people who enter the villa? Or if I, like, sleep in the same bed with a bombshell? What if we find others we connect with?"

"We're allowed to kiss other people for challenges and to test connections, because, you know, we might not be a perfect match," Stassi clarified. "And I'm okay with you sleeping in bed with other girls as long as you don't, like, fuck them..."

"What do we do if we find a connection with someone else?" Rob asked.

"When it gets to that point — which I doubt — we'll have a serious conversation about it."

"Okay, deal," Rob said, sticking out the hand that was wrapped around her waist, and she shook it to seal the deal.

"We're gonna call this experience The LIPE," Stassi declared.

"LIPE?" Rob looked at her, confused.

"The Love Island Pornstar Experiment. I think it's a great name."

"But we're not pornstars..."

"We might as well be with how we just fucked in front of the camera in the bathroom," Stassi laughed, causing Rob to look at her with admiration.

"Wanna do it again?"

"If only I can claim you with a sharpie." Stassi pulled a black sharpie out of her front pocket.

"Yeah," Rob agreed as Stassi stood up from his lap and bent down in front of him.

"This is causing the fantasies to just hit hard."

"Shut up," Stassi laughed, uncapping the marker to sign her signature on the left side of his stomach. "Now you're my bitch."

"But we both know I'm daddy," Rob smirked, looking at Stassi — who refused to meet his eyes, blushing as she looked at the camera instead.

"Mm, good morning, beautiful people."

It was now officially the first full day in the villa, and the bedroom lights flicked on.

"Good morning."

"Damn, it is morning."

"Turn the lights back off," Stassi groaned, throwing the covers over her head, nowhere near ready to leave the bed.

Rob, on the other hand, was already up and eager to start the day. He hopped out of bed but didn't leave before tugging down the comforter just enough to press a kiss to Stassi's forehead.

"Good morning, shortcake."

"Morning, snakeman," Stassi mumbled, rolling onto her side—only to find Serena diving under the comforter next to her, pulling it over both their heads.

"I only have two words for you guys," Serena grinned, trying not to laugh. "Kinky AF."

"You heard?" Stassi asked, shooting her a lazy look as she forced herself awake.

"It was like an audible of a fucking Wattpad mafia book. Like—it was hot," Serena teased. "Confirmation on Rob's daddy dom kink checked right off the list."

"You think anyone else heard?"

"Nah, everyone was asleep. Kordell was snoring," Serena waved it off before flipping the comforter off them and tugging Stassi toward the bathroom so they could brush their teeth and get ready for the day.

A little while later, the girls gathered in the makeup room.

"You guys—it's our first time doing our makeup together!" JaNa cheered as they all filed in.

"I know," Kaylor grinned, already in her seat.

"The first of many," JaNa said, sliding into hers.

"Last night, we just... kept holding each other," JaNa started, filling the girls in on her first night sharing a bed with Coye. "I like the pace we're going. Does that make sense?"

"Oh my gosh," Kaylor perked up. "Aaron kept kissing my shoulder."

"Me and Kordell didn't do anything," Serena said, focusing on her makeup. "...But Alabama Love had a freaky night last night."

Kaylor and Hannah exchanged confused glances, not catching the reference, but Leah and JaNa did—their mouths dropping open as their gaze snapped to the honey blonde across the room.

"You know how some guys like to be called daddy, even though they don't deserve it?" Honey smirked, slicking on her lip gloss. "Let's just say snakeman deserves the title—and more."

"Oh my fucking god, on the first night?" JaNa gasped, walking over to help Stassi buckle her heels since they were short on time.

"He's a munch," Stassi grinned, working on the straps. "Didn't want anything in return."

"I love that for you," Leah beamed.

"I made you breakfast," Rob said, sliding a plate over to Stassi as she entered the kitchen and lifted herself up onto the counter.

"Ouu, where? Because I know it's not this plate," Stassi glared at the plate of avocado toast.

"It actually is that plate," Rob grinned, stepping in between her legs and leaning in closer, his hands resting on her thighs.

"I don't even like wakamole," Stassi pouted, looking up at him. "Avocados have no taste whatsoever. I don't get how people like you can just eat it and then gaslight those of us who don't."

"No one's gaslighting you, and it's pronounced guacamole" Rob chuckled, leaning in to peck her lips. He caught some of her lip gloss in the process, but instead of wiping it off, he just rubbed his lips together, letting the stickiness turn into a subtle shine. Stassi clocked the move and mentally added it to her boy versus man list. "But you do have to eat something, shortcake."

"Can I have a mango smoothie? Like the one from Tropical Smoothie?"

"You know that's just mostly sugar, right?" Rob mumbled, giving her another quick kiss.

"Who said I was trying to be healthy?" Stassi sassed. "My pilates class that I'm currently missing and raising my snakes are the only healthy habits I have."

"I'll make you a mango smoothie if you eat the toast," Rob offered, pulling away.

"Do I really have to?" Stassi whined. "Can't we just pretend I ate it?"

"Nope," Rob said, already moving to grab the smoothie ingredients. "You better be done with it by the time I finish making this."

"Yes, sir," the honey blonde mock saluted him. With a disgusted grimace, she picked up the piece of toast with fresh avocado spread, brought it to her mouth, and immediately gagged. She looked around, making sure Rob wasn't watching, and scanned the kitchen for a spot to hide the offensive breakfast. No luck.

Luckily for her, Leah passed by at just the right moment, and Stassi remembered Leah's clean-eating habits from what she told her yesterday—especially her obsession with avocados.

"Here, Leah, I made you breakfast," Stassi called out just loud enough for Leah to hear but soft enough to be drowned out by the rumble of the blender.

"Aww, thank you, Stassi," Leah beamed, pulling her into a quick hug and grabbing the plate. "I love avocado toast."

"That's why I made it for you," Stassi grinned.

"Well, I should go find Kendall. He didn't touch me at all last night, and I want to know if it was because he was being respectful or if he just doesn't like me."

"If he was being respectful, his mama raised him right," Stassi praised. "But if it's because he doesn't like you? Fuck him. We'll get him booted off this island, and he can go home loveless to drown himself in artificial pussy and dark liquor."

"Wow—that's cute... but also really dark," Leah blinked, a little caught off guard.

"I'm dark and twisty," Stassi shrugged, hopping back onto the counter and resuming her spot.

A moment later, Rob turned around, smoothie in hand, a reusable bottle filled to the brim.

"Okay, one mango smoothie that's actually good for you and not full of sugar," he said, handing it over. "Did you finish your toast?"

"Yup. And it was exactly what I thought it'd be—disgusting," Stassi lied smoothly.

"Oh yeah?" Rob gave her a suspicious look. "Then where's the plate?"

"What plate?"

"The plate the toast was on..."

"Hmm, I don't remember a plate," Stassi hummed, taking a sip of her smoothie. "Maybe you imagined a plate... or something."

"So I didn't give you a red plate with avocado toast on it?"

"Nope," Stassi shook her head innocently. "Are you okay, snakeman? Maybe we should go outside and get you some sun. Get you some natural vitamins."

"Are you gaslighting me?"

"What! No! I would never gaslight you, snakeman," Stassi shook her head, feigning offense.

"Well, since you ate the toast, let me smell your breath," Rob demanded, stepping back between her thighs.

"You wanna smell my breath?" Stassi scrunched her face.

"Well, if you ate the toast, there shouldn't be a problem," Rob smirked, a knowing look in his eyes.

"Which I did," Stassi insisted. "I just think smelling my breath for evidence is a little weird."

"Open your mouth," Rob ordered.

"I could've last night, but you said no," Stassi shot back, trying to redirect the conversation.

"Now."

"Well, um—"

"I got a text!" Stassi was saved by Kendall's scream of excitement — a tradition in the Love Island franchise.

"He got a text!"

"You heard the man, he got a text," Stassi took that as her opportunity to remove herself from Rob before he caught onto her bluff with actual evidence.

"What it say?" Kordell asked as everyone made their way outside to hear.

Hi Boys! I'm on my way to the villa. I can't wait to get to know you all, and tonight one of you will be sharing a bed with me! Love, Liv. #StealingHearts #JumpShip

"Sharing a bed?" Leah backed up a little, nervousness written in her tone.

"Adding another girl when there's already a shortage of guys is crazy," Hannah stated. "I haven't even made a connection yet, and now adding another girl is bringing the nerves in." The girls moved into the makeup room.

"What do you think she looks like?" JaNa asked the girls. "It's gonna be blonde. Blonde hair, blue eyes." She looked directly at Serena and Stassi.

"If she can steal snakeman from me, then she can — but I doubt she can," Honey shrugged her shoulders without a care, touching up her lip liner. "I got that man pussy-whipped with just a taste."

"Oh my god!" the girls screeched.

"I'm, like, shitting myself," Kaylor added.

"You guys, come here. Let's regroup. We got this," JaNa initiated a group hug to calm all the girls down — except Stassi. "This is the first bombshell. She's gonna be a bad bitch."

"And we're the OG girls, meaning we're badder," Stassi added. "We're not gon' let some wannabe Barbie take our spot or have us threatened."

"You right," Serena agreed.

LIV: I'm definitely an all-or-nothing sort of person. When I get in there, I'm gonna go for exactly what I want. I'm just gonna see who I connect with and go full throttle.

"Hello?" The bombshell entered the villa, officially part of the game.

"Oh!"

"Ohh!"

"Hi, guys." She walked over to the sitting area where everyone was lounging, waiting for her appearance.

"Already?" Aaron looked at the blonde, noting her Australian accent. "What the hell?"

"I'm Olivia," the bombshell introduced herself.

STASSI: See, I would be worried if I saw something to be worried about, but I don't. She's blonde — well, so am I. She's tall... okay, that's fine. I'm pretty sure me and Rob got that tall guy and short girl kinky dynamic going on. As long as my signature's on that man, I'm good. I'm secured. I'm Big Mama.

Welcome back to Love Island USA. Bombshell Liv has arrived. She's blonde, she's gorgeous, and she's cheap. I mean, cheap to get here. She's from Australia. It's only a four-hour flight.

"Liv, why are you here? What are you looking for?" Aaron started the conversation.

"Well, I've never been in, like, a serious relationship," Liv started to explain, while Stassi tried not to zone out because — why should she care what brings another person to Love Island? To find love, duh. "I'm very much like... I date to, like, see them in the future, to, like, have a husband. I'm not very into dating around. I don't like sleeping around. Nothing against it — just not me."

ROB: Liv, yeah, she's a good-looking girl. But she's not Shortcake, so I'm good where I'm at.

"So I'm looking to, like, go past my usual type."

"What's the type?" Kendall asked her.

"Kind of like the bad boys. Tall. I am quite tall. Like, darker features, you know. Like, I can go for that type." Liv's eyes lingered on Rob — which Stassi noticed right away.

"Damn, first full day and you already got hoes," Stassi whispered to him. "Should I be worried... if I gave a fuck?"

"No," Rob whispered back.

"Didn't think so."

"I'm looking for someone that I can move to America with — or who would come to Australia," Liv said, which got live reactions from the others, besides Stassi, who felt like everyone says that on these shows. She was hoping to hear something different.

"Liv, based off looks, who would you just pull for a chat?" JaNa asked, wanting to know whether she needed to prepare to fight for her position or not.

"I mean, like, everyone's really attractive. But I know what I want. If we match, we match. If we don't, like, keep it moving."

"Only sneaky bitches word their answer like that," Stassi mumbled under her breath, which made Serena quietly laugh. Rob pinched her for being rude — which earned him a pinch back.

"Can you show me around?" Liv asked the girls, and they agreed.

LIV: I think the girls are a little intimidated. Being foreign, I've got a little bit of an advantage. I'd be a little threatened if I walked in.

STASSI: Australian Barbie is not intimidating at all, whatsoever. Now if she entered on the back of a boxing kangaroo... then maybe.

"Leah is coupled up with Kendall, the guy I was sitting next to," Hannah told Liv as they walked to the makeup room.

"Oh, yeah, yeah."

"You know, honestly, he wasn't her first choice yesterday."

Tree Hut Confessional | Leah & Stassi

"How much are you paying Hannah to be your personal reporter?" Stassi turned to look at Leah.

"No!" Leah laughed. "Girl, what is she doing? Why is she telling her my situation with Kendall when she should be more worried about you not being coupled up?"

___

"I want a relationship. I'm here looking for that. You know, I want to build a connection. I've never had a real boyfriend. Never had a relationship. I want a man I can settle down with," Hannah ranted to the new blonde in the villa while the girls sat under the shaded sitting area.

"Someone you can just be like, Ahhh."

"Yes. Yes."

"How's your couple going?" Liv turned to Kaylor.

"It's going too well."

"Too well?"

"Like, Aaron and I are best friends. It's super comfortable and fun. But it's scary, of course, 'cause I haven't talked to any other guys."

"Do you feel like it could go somewhere?" Liv asked, trying to feel out the energy.

"I do, but Aaron's a very fun and spontaneous person. I could see him telling me one thing and doing another."

Later, the girls split into their own conversations and Stassi found herself with two of the people she felt closest to: Serena and JaNa.

"Who do you think she's gonna go after?" JaNa asked.

"Rob, most definitely," Stassi answered. "'Kind of like the bad boys. Tall. I am quite tall. Like, darker features.'"

"Whole time, looking at Rob as she said that," Serena added.

"Look — she's walking over there," JaNa pointed toward the group of guys.

Bombshell Liv is pulling snake-wrangler Rob for a chat. We don't know what her turnoffs are yet, but we do know they're not men in terrible hats.

"I don't mean to interrupt. Do you want to go for a chat?" Liv approached Rob by the firepit.

"Yeah," he got up and followed her.

Back with the beautiful trio, the girls watched closely.

"Who'd she pull?" JaNa asked.

"Rob," Serena and Stassi answered in sync, watching the tall man with bright green shorts follow the blonde in red.

"Oh my God!" JaNa gasped. "How do you feel?"

"I don't feel anything," Stassi shrugged before standing up. "Go, Rob!" she cheered, jumping up and down.

"Please tell me you're not jealous of Australian Barbie," Leah joined them, completing the circle. "Because if you are, I'd have to smack you. That's like comparing oranges to mangoes. No one prefers oranges over mangoes."

"I'm just waiting for her to glance at the signature on his side and the hickeys on his neck and chest," Stassi smirked, confident in her position even with Liv here in the villa.

ROB: Liv seems great. I'm gonna try to be open and get to know everybody. I really am trying to find someone.

After a couple minutes, Rob and Liv split up and Rob headed back to where his number one girl was sitting.

"Here comes Rob," Serena announced as he approached. Instead of sitting next to Leah, Rob lifted Stassi up, took her spot, and set her on his lap.

"Spill the tea," Leah grinned.

"What's the tea?" Rob smirked. "What do you wanna know?"

"Like, just a rundown of what you guys talked about," JaNa added as Stassi stole his hat and shook it out before putting it on.

"Okay, you don't have anything to worry about, I'm pretty sure," Rob looked up at Stassi.

"You're pretty sure?" Leah squinted playfully.

"I'm sure," Rob affirmed.

"You better not do my girl Stassi wrong," Serena warned, pointing at him.

"We're good," Rob pecked Stassi's neck as she leaned back on him.

"Yeah?" Stassi made eye contact.

"Yeah, we're gonna make it."

"I already knew that," Stassi smiled. "Did she see what I marked on you?"

"She kept looking at it, but didn't say anything," Rob reported.

Tonight, Liv makes her choice — a decision that could lead to tears, running makeup, and several pints of Ben & Jerry's. And that's just if she doesn't pick Kendall.

"I think she's gonna pick Leah's dude, I'm not gonna lie," Hannah said while the girls got ready for Liv's coupling decision. Leah and Stassi exchanged side-eyes at the comment.

"I'm about to go sleep with the damn grass tonight," Hannah added.

"This is, like, sexy like, 'I'm coming here to, like, ruin people's night,'" Leah commented, eyeing Liv's outfit.

"Lord, be with me tonight, please," Kaylor whispered, doing a quick little prayer.

"You look absolutely beautiful," Rob told Stassi, admiring the honey-blonde as she came down the staircase, all dolled up for the night.

"Are you just saying that because you can see my goodies?" Stassi smirked, locking eyes with him.

"Maybe," Rob laughed, wrapping his arm around her waist and leading the two of them down toward the firepit.

"Whoo!" the Islanders cheered.

But before Stassi and Rob could even pick where to sit for a little chat, Liv was already pulling him aside.

ROB:  I'd be shocked. I'd be baffled if I got picked by Liv, to be completely honest with you. 'Cause that's not gonna make Shortcake happy... hell, it might even make her explode and put a curse on Liv. And right now, I think I wanna keep Shortcake happy, 'cause — yeah — I like Stassi.

LIV: All the guys have been lovely. They're all hot. I'm not here to put socks on centipedes. Like, I'm not here to waste my time. I gotta do what's best for me.

It's time for Liv to make her decision. It was supposed to happen two hours ago... but Ariana Madix has been walking at that same slow, dramatic pace since she left the hotel.

"Ariana!" Kendall called out as the host finally entered the villa.

"Hi, Islanders!" Ariana greeted, causing a round of cheers. "Can you all please join me at the firepit?"

"Oh my God." Everyone made their way to the firepit and sat next to whoever they were currently coupled up with.

"Liv, welcome to the villa," Ariana smiled at the bombshell.

"Thank you for having me," Liv beamed.

"Can you come up here and join me, please?"

"Of course." Liv got up from her seat and stood next to Ariana.

"Well — how was your first day?" Ariana asked.

"It was nerve-racking, but a lot of fun. Everyone's been so nice."

"Been spending time getting to know all of the boys?"

"Yes," Liv smiled. "I mean, everyone's attractive, but I'm big on personality, so I tried to have a conversation with everyone — see who I vibed with most."

"Just trying to give everyone a fair chance," Ariana added, backing her up. "Boys, I hope you've all been making Liv feel welcome?"

"Trying!"

"Yeah, doing our best."

"They've been good," Liv smiled.

"Some more than others," Aaron joked, earning a few laughs.

"Well, Liv — you now have the opportunity to steal any one of these boys here, making you a brand-new Love Islandcouple," Ariana announced. "It's decision time. Liv — which boy do you want to steal?"

"I want to steal this boy because... in the past, I've always gone for the type I'm comfortable with. But I feel like I'd be doing myself a disservice not to venture out and try something different," Liv began, drawing out the tension. "I feel like there's definitely something there."

"How difficult was it to come to this decision?" Ariana asked.