*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.*