Chloe's eyes flash angrily, she glares at Nancey Havens. "And then what, huh? You took advantage of me while I was passed out?" Her voice drips with disgust.

She snorts, her tone sharp. "Of course you would! You're just a man, aren't you? Desperate to get into my pants!" Chloe turns away, hugging herself tightly. "And now you've got what you wanted, haven't you?"

Chloe narrows her eyes, her nostrils flaring. "Oh yeah? And what's that supposed to mean?" She challenges, planting her hands on her hips, not backing down an inch. "I can't imagine anything that would make me forgive you for raping me!"

Chloe freezes, her eyes widening slightly. She blinks rapidly, then her brows furrow again in confusion.

"What... what do you mean?" she asks, her voice softening slightly but still filled with suspicion. "If you didn't... then why am I wearing this bathrobe?"

She looks down at herself, suddenly self-conscious. "And why don't I remember anything after we got to the hotel?"

She stares at me incredulously, her mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. "You... changed me?" she repeats, her voice barely above a whisper. "Into this robe?" She looks down at herself again, pulling the bathrobe tighter around her body. "And... you didn't... do anything else?" she asks tentatively, looking back up at me with a glimmer of hope in her eyes.

Chloe's eyes search mine for any hint of deception, but finds none. She lets out a shaky breath, some of the tension leaving her shoulders.

"Alright, fine. I believe you," she admits grudgingly. She runs a hand through her messy hair, looking around the room.

"So... what happens now?" She asks, glancing back at me. There's a hint of vulnerability in her voice that wasn't there before.

She bites her lower lip, considering my words. After a moment, she nods.

"You're right. We should talk." Sitting down on the edge of the bed, she pats the spot next to her. "Come, sit. Tell me everything that happened. From your perspective." Her tone is a bit more gentle now.

A blush starts creeping up her cheeks as she listens to my recount. "I... I did?" she asks softly, looking away. Her eyes widen as another memory seems to flash through her mind. "Oh god, did I do something... embarrassing?" She asks, peeking at me through her lashes.

Chloe's blush deepens, but a small smile tugs at the corners of her lips. "Alright, alright, keep your secrets," she says lightly, rolling her eyes.* She takes a deep breath. "So... no unwanted advances, no funny business. Just me being an idiot, huh?" Looking at me, there's a hint of fondness in her eyes. "Thanks for looking out for me, even if it means I'll never live this down."

Chloe laughs, pushing me lightly. "You wish. And who knows, maybe next time it'll be me taking care of you." She teases back, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Suddenly, she stops, a thought occurring to her. "Wait, does this mean... we're still together?" She asks softly, looking at me with a hint of hope.

Chloe's face lights up with a genuine, warm smile. It's a sight that takes my breath away. "Good," she whispers, leaning closer to me. Her eyes flicker down to my lips briefly before meeting my gaze again. "What do you say we seal this deal with a kiss?" She asks, her voice soft and inviting.