Braless Samie Elishi sets pulses racing in a plunging gold crochet dress as she soaks up the sun on holiday after that steamy kiss with Sam Thompson
Samie Elishi looked sensational in a plunging gold crochet maxi dress as she posed for sizzling Instagram snaps during a sun-soaked holiday on Tuesday.
The Love Island star, 25, jetted off to an unknown sunny location with fellow show star Sophie Piper and Maura Higgins for a brand trip with Space NK.
And Samie posed up a storm in the glamorous backless number which boasted a halter neckline and daring cut out down the front.
Styling her dark tresses in a neat sleek do, the reality star accessorised with a chunky pair of gold drop earrings.
The TV personality was in good spirits as she posed for the stunning snaps before heading out for dinner, she penned: 'golden'.
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Hours earlier, Samie set pulses racing as she posed in a skimpy lilac bandeau bikini while eating ice cream.
She looked incredible in the ribbed Hunza G lilac two-piece, which featured a twist bandeau top and low-rise bikini bottoms.
Samie could be seen sporting a matching hair scrunchie on her wrist as she enjoyed a scoop of ice cream in the sun.
The sun-soaked getaway comes weeks after Samie was pictured sharing a steamy kiss with presenter Sam Thompson.
Samie has since broke her silence on her new romance with Sam, after the couple attended the swanky celebration held at Bacchanalia in London's Mayfair where they confirmed the romance by packing on the PDA outside the venue.
Samie about the blossoming relationship for the first time during an appearance on the podcast Chloe Mediumship.
The show is hosted by a psychic medium and in the episode, Samie revealed how she's previously had negative gut feelings in past relationships.
She explained: 'I've had gut feelings with guys before. I've had a couple of relationships where I've known it was never it. Like this is gonna come to an end, I'll have something telling me every day it's coming to an end, this isn't for you.
Styling her dark tresses in a neat sleek do, the reality star accessorised with a chunky pair of gold drop earrings
'You put it to the back of your mind and then you start noticing the chaos increase. It's like the universe saying I'm gonna blow you both up if you just do not seperate. Then I'm like if I only I listened all those months ago when I got that first message.'
Then, host Chloe asked: 'Obviously, you don't have to talk about it too much but the guy you're currently speaking to, do you have that gut feeling? Like do you think it's gonna be really good?'
Keeping her cards close to her chest, the former Love Islander replied: 'There's been no bad stuff at the minute so yeah I suppose it is all positive right now. It's early days.'
Sam first met Samie, who appeared on Love Island in 2023 and returned to the All Stars series this year, through his presenting role on spinoff, Aftersun.
But following his breakup from Zara McDermott, the pair started exchanging flirty messages over Instagram before hitting it off in person.
A source told MailOnline: 'Sam and Samie are really getting along and if early signs are anything to go by, this could turn into a long-term relationship. It may be early days still, but they do really like each other.
'Sam is already introducing Samie to Chelsea by showing her off on the King's Road over the Easter weekend and given how popular he is in the area, it meant a lot that he wasn't hiding her away.'
Sam and his ex-girlfriend Zara split in January, with Zara quickly moving on with One Direction star Louis Tomlinson.
On his Staying Relevant podcast with Pete Wicks, Sam also revealed he's gone on his first date since his split from Zara, after he reportedly spent a romantic Easter weekend with Samie
On his Staying Relevant podcast with Pete Wicks, Sam also revealed he's gone on his first date since his split from Zara, after he reportedly spent a romantic Easter weekend with Samie.
Hinting towards his heartbreak over Zara, he said he'd gone through a 'pretty tough time', but that he was finally 'comfortable in my own skin again'.
He told Pete: 'I feel like I'm ready to get out there. I feel like I'm at a stage now where I feel confident enough that I can start approaching females.
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