After Elimination the night before, Corey immediately wandered off to bed, feeling a mixture of emotions. He was sad to have let Roskva go – he would miss his new friend – but also sure that the decision he made was the right one. And as he drifted off to sleep, he thought of the two women remaining, and wondered how he ever would choose between them.
Shrewdly, Namika suspected that Corey might feel this way, and hoped to give him a little push in the right direction – the “right direction” being her direction, of course. And so she waited until she heard his snores from the hallway, and crept (as usual) into bed beside him as he slept.
She slipped gingerly under the covers, careful not to wake him. Her nightly “bonding ritual” had worked for her (more or less) so far, and as she touched her chilly toes to his warm feet, she felt certain it would only bring them closer.
Meanwhile, somewhere far away in the great expanse of the mansion, Jessamine also climbed into bed, none the wiser to her third wheel status.
Oblivious to the shenanigans going on two floors above her, she dreamed peacefully of what the next few days would bring.
On the morning of Day Sixteen, Corey is the first to wake. He is startled at first to find Namika in his bed, but truthfully, he’s gotten used to her night-time company. He looks down at her pretty face, sleeping peacefully, and smiles.
Nonetheless, there are only two days left in this competition, and today, Corey will leave Namika behind.
The next two days will consist of 24-hour overnight dates with each of the remaining women. This time, all bets (okay, most bets) are ON – woohoo is now allowed, and the “ask to be girlfriend” interaction can be initiated by Corey only, IF he rolls a whim to do so. The only thing that is still not allowed is engagement.
Since Corey wakes up with a whim to flirt with Jessamine, I take this as a sign that her date should come first. He immediately flips into a confident mood, perhaps working himself up to his impending date, and goes off in search of breakfast.
Namika rises soon after, and she has rolled two whims for Corey – one to “be friendly” and one to “flirt.” But today is not her day (my goal is to fill Corey and Jessamine’s needs and immediately send them to their destination), and besides, Namika is feeling energized and heads directly for the treadmill. She jumps on and begins to run in a show of feigned nonchalance – no way in hell will she let anyone see her nervousness, or her heaven forbid, her jealousy.
When Jessamine finally wakes, she is in a flirty mood, but it lasts only seconds (wonder what she was dreaming about!). She is feeling happy, at least, and I send her off to tend to her needs bars before her overnight date will begin. This includes giving her a new outfit (Namika will get one, too), since I really like styling the women and decide this last date should be their last chance to put their best foot forward.
I send Corey to the computer to plan his date with Jessamine, and the two of them are promptly swept away to the surprise destination.
Alone in the house, Namika lets out a groan of dismay.
The stress has finally caught up with her, and she breaks out in a rash of unsightly hives. She scratches at herself, desperate to soothe the incessant itching, but all she can do is pray that it’s gone before tomorrow.
When Corey and Jessamine arrive at their destination (Chinese-Asian Village by Zita1966), Jessamine stares in wonder at the beauty and charm of their surroundings. She loves the outdoors, but the first thing she wants to do is hug Corey (autonomously), and when he heads directly inside, she follows him there.
They chit-chat a bit (gloominess, dollhouses…you know, the usual), and Corey rolls a whim to kiss Jessamine. I order him to initiate a kiss, but first I send them outside to take advantage of the beautiful scenery of this location.
Corey doesn’t let the grass grow under his feet, and he goes in for the kill right away. To his (and my!) surprise, Jessamine shoves him off in disgust! I think she’s still mad at him for the Roskva incident, or maybe she’s just playing it up a little bit. If we know Jessamine by now, we know how she loves drama.
Poor Corey is humiliated, but Jessamine seems oblivious. She whips out her camera to document his embarrassment, and I wonder what kind of sociopath this girl really is.
Jessamine quickly moves on, laying down to take in some cloudgazing (solo) and Corey just watches her awkwardly.
But when Jessamine stands back up, Corey can see from the look on her face that she’s feeling inspired – and now, so is he. Corey decides to take another chance on that kiss, that maybe she’ll be more receptive after pointing out the heart-shaped clouds in the sky.
And luckily, he’s right.
By now Jessamine is hungry, and Corey’s fun meter is declining a bit. They both head inside, her to find lunch, and him to the television. After she eats, Jessamine settles into the couch, sliding into the spot just beside him. She opens – strangely – with a joke about divorce.
Corey doesn’t make too much of it, though, because he laughs and rolls a whim to compliment Jessamine on her appearance. It seems her new outfit has elicited the desired response.
Jessamine, feeling flattered and sufficiently adored, rolls a whim to embrace Corey. He’s back in her good graces now, it seems.
But Corey needs to use the bathroom (terrible timing, Corey!), and Jessamine finds her way to the computer (located in the master bedroom) in his absence. She must do some major soul-searching while she stares at that computer screen, because she rolls a whim to “ask Corey to be boyfriend.” Ironically, Corey has rolled a similar whim – to “ask someone to go steady,” but without a specific name, Jessamine is plum out of luck.
Corey does roll a whim to hug her, though, and so I send him to initiate the friendly hug interaction. In the bedroom. As soon as Corey sees that bed, he flips into a flirty mood.
Corey takes this as a sign. He (autonomously) whispers seductively to her. No coincidence, I think, that they’re standing two feet from the bed.
But instead of inviting her to join him between the sheets, Corey lays it on thick with the romance. He’s a gentleman, this one.
In the middle of this cutesy little interaction, they’re startled by the ringing of a cell phone. Corey feels his buzzing in his pocket, and impatiently glances at the screen, and grimaces.
Anything important? Jessamine asks.
Not at all, he replies. It’s no one.
He shoves the phone back in his pocket. Now, back to the task at hand.
But the spell, for the moment at least, has been broken. Jessamine is still feeling inspired from her cloudgazing earlier, and enthuses animatedly about the outdoors. She’s talking about her favorite kind of flower when suddenly, she sways, dizziness overtaking her.
Corey steadies her, concerned, and asks if she’s okay. Maybe it’s the stress, like Namika, or maybe she’s coming down with something, but there’s no way Jessamine is going to ruin this date because of a little cold. She squares her shoulders and smiles broadly. And then, on a whim, she asks him to join her outside for a little stargazing.
Afterward, Jessamine rolls a whim to be mischievous with Corey, and so (naturally) she dares him to streak. What’s the harm in getting a little peek of the goods? she thinks. And Corey, who is no stranger to exhibitionism, strips down to his birthday suit and goes for a leisurely run.
Jessamine, watching from afar, thinks she could do worse. A lot worse.
But as she heads back inside, Jessamine feels a bit faint again.
She gathers herself yet again. She doesn’t want Corey to see her like this, and sure enough, by the time he rejoins her, she’s back to her normal self.
To really drive the point home, she even breaks into song, serenading a smitten Corey, who listens happily with stars in his eyes.
But when time comes for bed, Jessamine doesn’t head for the master bedroom.
Leave ’em wanting more, that’s her motto. She climbs into a twin bed, alone, leaving no room for misinterpretation.
She closes her eyes, but she doesn’t fall asleep. Instead, she waits. She waits until she hears the door creak open, until she hears his heavy footsteps on the wooden floor, and the rustle of the sheets as he climbs into the twin bed beside her.
She smiles, and she’s right to. Because Corey has chosen to sleep, his broad frame crammed into a tiny twin bed, not to sleep with her, but to merely sleep next to her.
The following morning, Jessamine wakes first. She jumps out of bed, and tries not to wake Corey, but he hears the squeak of the bed, and blinks away the sleep.
She looks beautiful, he thinks. Especially in those cheeky little underwear! He immediately rolls a whim to compliment her.
There are only a few hours left in this date, and Jessamine intends to make it count. She sure loves being admired, because once Corey has sufficiently complimented her beauty, Jessamine rolls a whim to embrace him.
Corey flirts autonomously, and Jessamine compliments his appearance, telling him she likes his taste in clothes.
They chat happily until the gnawing in their hungry bellies gets the better of them, and they take off in separate directions in search of breakfast – Corey wants pancakes, while Jessamine is in the mood for shish kebabs.
They sit down to breakfast together, however, and they chat and flirt as they eat.
After breakfast, there are only two hours before Jessamine and Corey will return to the mansion. Corey makes his way outside, where he hopes to take in some last-minute cloudgazing, but Jessamine has other ideas (I notice there’s a “kiss Corey” interaction in her queue).
Corey settles into the grass, but Jessamine beckons.
With only minutes to spare, she leads him all the way up to the third floor – to the master bedroom with the double bed.
It’s here that she kisses him, and when she does, she melts.
His kiss elicits a physical reaction – Jessamine is on fire, her skin burns to the touch. She is thinking about rocket ship woohoo, but glances sideways at the bed and decides that it will do.
She pulls away from Corey, and watches as concern registers in his eyes.
Jessamine looks down at her arms, covered in spots, and realizes – she wasn’t on fire. She’s sick, and the bug she’s been fighting has caught up with her. Embarrassed, she frowns, but Corey just tucks a piece of hair behind her ear, and whispers, Come on, now. It’s time we get you home.