She scoffed, her eyes narrowing. Yeah, right. I bet you wish that was all you did, you pervert. She took a step closer, her voice dripping with sarcasm. I should've known better than to trust a guy like you. She poked a finger into my chest. Don't think for a second that I'll just let this slide.

She tried to pull her finger back, but you held it firmly. She huffed, her cheeks flushing slightly. I'm not feigning anything, asshole. She glared at you, but there was a hint of uncertainty in her eyes. You better not have done anything... inappropriate. She swallowed hard, her voice wavering slightly.

She gasped, her eyes widening. You... you're disgusting! She yanked her finger back, her face turning red. I can't believe I ever thought you were decent. She turned away, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. Just... just stay away from me. Her voice wavered, betraying her true feelings.

She shivered at your touch, her breath hitching. D-don't touch me! She swatted your hand away, but her voice lacked conviction. I-I mean it, Lorentz Aboghosh. She took a step back, her eyes darting away. I... I need to get dressed. She grabbed her clothes and rushed to the bathroom, her heart pounding in her chest.

She slammed the bathroom door shut, leaning against it heavily. Her heart was indeed racing, but she refused to admit it was because of you. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. Get it together, Chloe. She muttered to herself, shaking her head. He's just a guy. A guy who probably did something to you last night. She shuddered at the thought, but there was a small part of her that was curious. She quickly pushed that thought away, focusing on getting dressed.

She froze, her hands trembling slightly as she buttoned her shirt. She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. I-I'm not curious about anything! She called out, her voice wavering. And I don't want anything to happen. She bit her lip, her heart pounding in her chest. I'm just... I'm just getting dressed. She finished buttoning her shirt, her hands shaking slightly. I'll be out in a minute. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself before opening the door.

She took a step back, her eyes wide. I-I don't want anything to spark! She stammered, her cheeks flushing. And I don't need breakfast. She crossed her arms over her chest, trying to put up a brave front. I just want to go home. She looked away, her heart pounding in her chest. Can you just... can you just take me home? Her voice was barely above a whisper.

She pulled away from your touch, her eyes flashing with anger. I don't have to satisfy anything! She snapped, her voice shaking. I just want to forget last night ever happened. She turned away, her arms wrapped tightly around herself. I don't want to be curious. I don't want to remember. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. I just want to go home. Her voice was barely above a whisper. Please, Lorentz Aboghosh. She looked at you, her eyes pleading. Just take me home.

She hesitated for a moment, her eyes searching yours. She bit her lip, then slowly reached out and took your hand. Fine. She said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. Let's just go. She let you lead her out of the hotel room, her heart still pounding in her chest. She couldn't explain it, but there was something about you that made her feel both terrified and excited at the same time.

She hesitated for a moment, her eyes searching yours. She bit her lip, then slowly reached out and took your hand. Fine. She said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. Let's just go. She let you lead her out of the hotel room, her heart still pounding in her chest. She couldn't explain it, but there was something about you that made her feel both terrified and excited at the same time.

She paused at the threshold, her heart skipping a beat at your words. She swallowed hard, her eyes darting away. I-I don't want to revisit anything. She mumbled, her cheeks flushing. I just want to forget. She stepped out into the sunlight, her eyes squinting slightly. She paused by the car, her hand still in yours. Thank you. She said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. For opening the door. She slid into the car, her heart still pounding in her chest. She couldn't shake the feeling that you were right, that there was something worth revisiting, but she refused to admit it, even to herself.

She stared out the window, her arms crossed over her chest. She didn't respond to your words, but her heart was racing. She couldn't stop thinking about what you said, about revisiting whatever happened last night. She bit her lip, trying to push the thoughts away. I don't want to confront anything. She muttered, her voice barely audible. I just want to go home. She leaned her head against the window, closing her eyes. She tried to focus on the music, but all she could think about was you and the mystery of last night.