“You good?” I ask.
“Yeah, I just have a good amount of cum in me,” she says, laughing. “Think I can make it to the bathroom before we start?”
I shrug as I look around and find an embroidered towel on a seat. I grab it and offer it to her; she looks down at the pink letters spelling out “Savannah” and bursts out laughing. She cleans herself up with the towel, and I laugh even harder when she sets it back exactly how I found it. We’re the fucking worst, but we’re the worst together, so therefore, I think we’re kinda awesome.
We go through the same motions as before. Everyone who’s safe sits on the couch; those that are up for elimination stand. Alex makes terrible puns that don’t ease the tension at all before he looks at both couples.
“Cora and Andrew, Bella and Connor—unfortunately, two of you will be going home today. We’ve let America cast their votes, and the results are in. If it makes you feel better at all, this was one of the closest votes we’ve ever had, so it’s clear America will miss whoever goes as much as we all will.”
Dear God, could he drag it out any more?
“The couple who are packing up their bags and heading home is…”
Chapter Twenty Eight
Courtney
“Cora and Andrew, I’m sorry. America has voted, and you two are officially locked out.”
My heart skips a beat when their names are called. Fuck. No.
Cora’s face crumples. She looks like she’s holding back tears as best as she can while Andrew attempts to comfort her, though the disappointment is heavy in his features as well. Alex cuts both of their bracelets and gives them the same old spiel about saying goodbye and essentially getting the fuck off the island.
I’m the first person that makes it to Cora, and she falls apart into my arms as I hold her tight.
“I’m so sorry, babe,” I whisper into her ear.
She cries as Luna comes over and hugs her as well. We hold her for a moment before Bella walks over and holds out her arms. Cora goes to her, and they whisper to each other as Bella nods in understanding.
I didn’t want to see either of them go, I like them both a lot. This is the part of the game that sucks. Now that more and more couples are being eliminated, tensions are rising, and we’re forced to watch our friends go home. Okay, well, I wouldn’t mind ifSavannah, Noah and Angel went. Sorry, Mason, that means you too by association. Unfortunately, they’ve all been really solid in the challenges apart from last week, so I don’t think they’re going anywhere anytime soon.
“We’ll help you pack,” Luna offers, and I nod.
Before Cora can respond, two assistants are separating us, ushering Andrew and Cora back to the house as they shake their heads at us.
“No need. We’ve got them handled.”
I go to argue that it’s no trouble, but they’re pulling them so fast they’re practically sprinting. I frown and turn to Luna, who also looks displeased.
“They must be sticking them on a flight, like, immediately.”
“Yeah, I guess.”
I hate that Cora is gone. I didn’t expect it to hit me, but I already really miss her. We’ve been on the island for a good minute now, and you get used to seeing the same people every day. It’s like living with all of your friends. As soon as someone moves away, the dynamic shifts instantly. We all talk about reconnecting once we return to reality, and I hope we do.
Luna and I are playing a game of ping-pong, and I’m absolutely dominating her when Landon comes walking up to us.
“Morning,” he says, smiling as he hands me some kind of shake.
“What’s this?” I ask as I take it from him.
“Protein shake. Drink up.”
“Why? Is this your way of saying I’m going to need the extra calories?” I ask with an exaggerated wink.
A mischievous smile spreads across his face that makes me instantly wet. Fuck, this man is gorgeous. He knows it too.
“Definitely, but first I thought we could go on a walk.”
