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Brooklynn's point of view The Love Island Villa, Fiji -
I'm sat with Leah and Rob, the two of them asking me where my head's at. "I mean, Connor and I kissed earlier, as you know Leah. And me and Kendall both agreed that we were looking to explore things with other people. So, my head's with Connor right now. We both just match on so many levels." They nod, Leah grinning and rubbing my forearm. The three of us talk for a while longer before Rob's eyes widen as they catch something across the lawn.
I turn my head in the direction of Rob's stare. Something in my stomach twists when I see JaNa rubbing her hand over Connor's chest, a grin on her face. I blink harshly, biting the inside of my cheek. I can't see Connor's face, which almost makes it worse. "Shit, Brooke."
I inhale sharply, my heart sinking. I try to remind myself it's only been a few days and I cannot already be attached to a man. JaNa is Connor's age, and drop-dead gorgeous, maybe he likes that more. "Whatever. I mean, I like him but that won't stop him from talking with other girls." Leah and Rob both give me pitiful looks, apologizing to me as if they could control the situation.
As if he could sense I was upset, Hakeem comes around the corner towards the couch we're all lying on. "Hey, Brooke!" He shouts, turning heads. I smile at him, he comes over standing right in front of me as I sit up. "Hi, Hakeem."
He grabs my hand pulling me to stand. "Let's go talk." My eyes widen, agreeing with him. I turn to look back at Leah and Rob, who are both giving me thumbs up as I stare at them with my jaw dropped. I pray in my mind that Connor is looking at me, but I wouldn't dare to turn my head and find out.
Hakeem holds my hand as we start to walk, leading us to the inside couch. We sit close to each other, still with some space between us. "What's up, Hakeem?"
"I just wanted to talk to you, y'know. Connor's been hogging you since we got here." I laugh, nodding in agreement.
"So what's your type then, Hakeem?"
"Dark hair, fair complexion, if we're talking physical. But personality-wise a girl I can talk to about whatever, someone I can laugh a lot with." I nod, and he asks me the same question.
"Well, looks wise I don't care too much. I prefer dark hair, but that's really it. And height, I appreciate a taller guy. I'm looking for someone I'll potentially spend forever with. I want to be in a serious relationship and settle down soon. I know I'm only 25, but it's what I've always wanted."
