'I had to comfort Steve on the ferris wheel. But then I’m had to comfort him throughout this whole experiment,' she told viewers after failing to land a kiss from her husband of almost three months.
But behind her back, he was assuring viewers that there was still a chance... with one night to go?
'In terms of attraction levels, in terms of me kissing Mishel, like a pash, or something like that, is it too late? Nothing’s ever too late.'
Mishel was dumbfounded. 'Steve has said that his attraction was slowly growing, but that’s been growing for the last two or three weeks. But now, I’m like, no, I’m just sick of it. I’ve heard enough of it, really. No action. No action, just words.'
'God,' Mishel sighed to viewers. 'There’s no point flogging a dead horse, is there?
'I think there’s a time when you’ve gotta give up,' she admitted to herself.
'Well, it’s our final date, and I wanna tell her how much she means to be,' Steve said. It sounded like another day in the life of Steve. As Mishel would say, 'All talk, no action.'
'Tonight, if Steve tells me there will be a romantic future with us, that conversation is pointless. We’ve had that conversation over and over.'
'To have you sitting beside me in this setting means the absolute world to me,' Steve told her over a glass of vino. 'I can’t even put into words how much you mean to me. I really can’t express that enough. Have I found love in the experiment? Yes I have, because I love you, Mishel. How can I not? What you’ve shown me, and what you’ve taught me, even at the age of 52, is priceless.
'I think when we slept together the other night, in the same bed, for me to suggest we sleep in the same bed, I was instigating something. That’s sort of progress, yeah? You fell asleep on my shoulder with my arm around you. I was really quite pleased with that.'
Mishel's face said it all. 'I think our understanding of intimacy is totally different. Sleeping in the bed is irrelevant if there’s no cuddling.'
Back at the apartment, Mishel jumped into bed, waiting for Steve to join her.
He walked in, offered to hug her for a couple of second before returning to his own bed. 'Cuddle up to Roo Girl and go to sleep,' he said, gesturing at the teddy bear he gave her. 'See you in the morning.'
'There isn’t going to be romance in this relationship… we’ll finish as friends,' Mishel admitted to herself, defeated.