Melanie's POV
I'm glad I won! Mal and I get absolutly no private or quality time. And it irks me to death. I walked into the Spa Hotel, thinking. "The truth is in the art." Alejandro's voice rang around my head. What does it mean?
I was so caught up in my thinking, I didnt't notice Mal came in. "Hey babe. How ya feel?" He asked. "Tired, sweaty, gross, worried and hungry." I listed off. "Well... you look fantastic. So that takes care of gross. Now, go take a shower." He said. I turned to face him. "Excuse me." I said.
"I'll cook something while you shower. That'll take care of sweaty and hungry." He said as he pulled me up. "That just leaves tired, tense and worried. Now to the shower with you." Mal laughed as he slapped my butt. I giggled as I left for a cool, relaxing shower. "What a woman!" I heard Mal say.
After the shower
I walked out of the bathroom, fresh as a daisy wearing my grey and black pajamas with my bull slippers. I went back to the living room where Mal was waiting with dinner. "I didn't know how or what to cook so I found this." He said as he pulled out a plate of poptarts.
"Yay!" I cheered as I ate the poptarts. "Ok that take care of hungry and sweaty. So... worried... Why?" Mal asked. "All I can hear in my head is 'The Truth is in the art'. What if we get exposed?" I asked. "This is why I made you go first on the zip line. I had a feeling he was up to something so I made sure one of us won. Now we can look for it later." He said.
"Now tired." I yawned as I leaned up against Mal's chest and drifted to sleep. I faintly felt myself being lifted and placed into a bed as Mal wrapped his arms around me and buried his head into my neck.
