Kiss me, honey, honey, kiss me...
They've been leading up to it for a while. The jovial, boob-happy girl from Coventry, the opinionated teetotaller from Wigan - will or won't Rebecca and Luke get it on, or is their friendship more pure, more platonic? After last night, you can forget platonic.
After a heavy night on the grog, the pair finally managed a snog. And then another one. And another.
Rebecca had drunk quite a lot of alcohol, so she asked Luke to kiss her. Initially it was a tender peck. Then a bit of a kiss. Then a bit of lingering smooch. Come on, you two.
Cuddled up in bed, Rebecca whispered to Luke, "You want to kiss me."
"Shut up," the embarrassed lad shot back. "You're drunk."
Rebecca pulled off the covers to discover that Luke was definitely up for it.
"You still wanna kiss me," she teased. "I dare you to kiss me."
"Go to sleep," Luke begged. But then he smiled, and the lass smiled back.
"You better not kiss me," he joked - before moving in to kiss Rebecca and the pair had their first tender snog.
After some furtive tomfoolery under the duvet, the pair eventually settled down to sleep. But across the room, Lisa wasn't so convinced by the first flourishings of love, whispering to Mario a more cynical, eviction-related reason why the two were getting it on. We shall never know.
But whatever happened, looks like wannabe-MP Luke has now experienced his first big election.
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