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Cody giggled, “That editing was bad. We were barely even touching, and we both know how handsy you get.”
“You like it,” Heather nudged Cody.
Cody nudged Heather back, “I do.”
Heather snorted, “Say that again in front of Sierra.”
“Not again, haven’t I suffered enough?” Cody playfully lamented.
Heather scoffed, “There’s no such thing as too much suffering on this show. Anyways I’m heading to the confessional.”
Heather entered the confessional with a smirk, “what’s funny is that there’s actually a real moment when Cody and I slept together-“ She regretted the choice of words and rolled her eyes at the camera, “ugh, not like that, but whatever, that’ll get people talking …” Heather continued to ramble when suddenly Sierra slammed open the door. Stupid broken lock.
Heather instinctively pressed herself against the opposite side of the tiny room and yelled out in fear.
“We need to talk,” was Sierra’s only response.
Shit. She was in trouble. Heather forced her nerves to calm and walked out of the confessional shaking and hoping Sierra wouldn’t notice. Was Sierra leading her to a secluded part of the plane where she could hide her body? Was Sierra going to shove her into an oil barrel and bury her underground?
Oh god, oh god, what if Sierra was listening the whole time? What if she heard everything she’d said about Cody: about how Cody actually wanted to and enjoyed cuddling with Heather and how much she also enjoyed it, about how Cody was comfortable wearing one layer of shirt around Heather, about how Cody actually smiled when Heather hugged him.
Turns out that Sierra just wanted Heather’s vote against Alejandro. When she found out, Heather let out the breath she was holding. Her and Cody’s secret was safe for now.