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GEORGE LEAVING HAD MADE an impact on the Villa. The boys were torn and their spirits were low.
But the show must go on. After George was dumped from the island, everyone else expanded throughout the villa.
At their usual spot settled Elizabeth and Tyrique. Laying next to each other with her right hand rubbing the back of his neck.
"That was a nice speech." He smiled up at her. Her words had imprinted themselves in his brain. They were on replay.
Liz tilted her head smiling. "Yeah?"
He nodded leaning into her hand that was rubbing his head. Moving his eyes to admire her. "You're gorgeous. Like, this dress on you is unreal."
"Thanks, love. I made it." She shrugged proudly.
"Okay!" He cheered, hyping her up. "Do a spin for me real quick."
Letting go of his hand for a second to stand up, she placed her hands on her hips. Slowly turning to let him see every inch of her dress.
"Damn." He groaned biting his lip. His hands coming together.
Laughing out loud she playfully hit him. "Stop it!" She sat down shyly, crossing her legs.
"You know, what I said today. That's how I feel." She admitted after a moment. "I feel like we're in a good place. I like where it's going."
