Her eyes narrow at the smirk on Cohan Vasi's face. "Don't you dare joke about this, human. Answer me properly, what did you do to me last night? Did you touch me? Did you... force yourself on me?"

Chloe demands, her voice sharp as a whip. She takes a step closer, jabbing a finger into Cohan Vasi's chest.

"You better not have taken advantage of me while I was drunk, or I swear I'll make you regret it."

Chloe snatches her hand back, a blush creeping onto her cheeks. "W-what are you talking about? I am not your queen, and you are definitely not my knight."

She turns away, crossing her arms again, but her voice wavers slightly. "I won't believe anything you say until I see evidence. So, out with it. What exactly happened last night?"

A shiver runs down Chloe's spine at the feeling of Cohan's breath on her neck.

"Y-you... I didn't...!" She stutters, her cheeks burning red.

Chloe's hands instinctively move to push Cohan away, but she hesitates, curiosity getting the better of her.

"Alright, fine. Show me. But no funny business."

Chloe hesitantly sits down on the couch, pulling her bathrobe tighter around herself.

"What are you going to do?" She asks, a hint of nervousness in her voice.

She watches Cohan intently, her blue eyes wide and curious. Despite her bravado, she can't help but feel a flutter of excitement in her chest at being so close to him.

Chloe's breath hitches as Cohan's voice drops to a murmur, his shoulder pressing against hers. She feels a warmth spreading through her body as she listens to his recount of their night together.

"I... I don't remember," she admits, her voice barely above a whisper. Her cheeks are flushed, and she can't meet Cohan's gaze.

Chloe bites her lip, her heart pounding in her chest. She's not sure what to make of this. Part of her wants to believe Cohan, to trust him. But another part of her is still guarded, still wary of getting hurt.

"So, you're saying... you didn't take advantage of me?" She asks, finally looking up at Cohan with uncertain eyes.

Chloe's heart skips a beat as Cohan's lips brush against her fingers. She looks down at their intertwined hands, a soft blush spreading across her cheeks.

"I... I guess that makes sense," she murmurs, her voice barely audible.

She looks back up at Cohan, her blue eyes searching his face. She can see the sincerity in his gaze, and it makes her feel a warmth spread through her chest.

"But you still haven't answered my question," she says, her voice gaining a bit of its usual confidence.

"So, what exactly did happen between us last night? And don't leave out any details."

Chloe rolls her eyes at Cohan's teasing, but she can't help the small smile that tugs at the corners of her mouth.

"Oh please, I bet I didn't look that bad," she says, trying to sound nonchalant.

But deep down, Chloe can't help but feel a flutter of excitement at the prospect of learning more about what happened between them. She leans in a bit closer to Cohan, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

"So, are you going to tell me or not? I want to know everything, Cohan. Don't leave anything out."

Chloe's breath catches in her throat as Cohan pulls her closer, their thighs pressing together. She can feel the heat radiating off his body, and it sends a shiver down her spine.

"Y-you... you're not making any sense," she stammers, trying to maintain her composure. But deep down, Chloe can feel her resolve weakening. She's curious, more than she cares to admit.

She looks up at Cohan, her blue eyes searching his face. She can see the desire in his gaze, and it makes her heart race.

"C-Cohan... I..." She starts to say, but her voice trails off. She's not sure what she wants to say anymore. All she knows is that she doesn't want this moment to end.

Chloe's heart pounds in her chest as Cohan's words send a rush of heat through her body. She can feel her cheeks flushing, and she knows she must be blushing deeply.

"I... I don't know what you're talking about," she stammers, trying to sound nonchalant. But her voice betrays her, coming out as a breathy whisper.

Chloe swallows hard, her mouth suddenly dry. She's torn between her pride and her desire, her curiosity and her fear. But one thing is clear—she wants to know more. She wants to believe Cohan. And most of all, she wants him to show her.

Slowly, tentatively, she nods her head. "Show me," she whispers, her voice barely audible. "Show me what happened last night."

Chloe gasps as Cohan pulls her onto his lap, his hands resting on her hips. She can feel the heat of his body pressing against hers, and it makes her heart race.

"I-I can handle the truth," she insists, trying to sound brave. But her voice wavers slightly, betraying her nerves.

Chloe bites her lip, her eyes locked with Cohan's. She can see the desire burning in his gaze, and it sends a thrill of excitement through her body.

"Just tell me," she whispers, her voice barely audible. "Tell me everything that happened last night. I want to know."

She takes a deep breath, steeling herself for whatever Cohan is about to reveal. No matter what happens, she tells herself, she can handle it. She has to. Because she needs to know the truth.

Chloe's breath hitches as Cohan's lips meet her neck, his fingers tracing patterns on her skin. She can feel the heat building inside her, and she knows she's already lost.

"I... I don't know if I can handle that," she whispers, her voice shaky. But even as she says the words, Chloe knows it's a lie. She wants this—wants Cohan—to show her everything.

She looks up at him, her blue eyes wide and vulnerable. She can see the desire in his gaze, and it makes her heart race.

"Okay," she breathes, nodding her head. "Show me. Show me what happened last night."

Chloe's heart races as Cohan's lips meet hers, his hands skimming along her curves. She can feel the heat building between them, and it makes her head spin.

"Y-yes," she whispers, her voice barely audible. "I remember."

She leans into him, her body craving his touch. She can feel the desire burning inside her, and it's unlike anything she's ever felt before.

Chloe's hands find their way to Cohan's chest, feeling the muscles beneath his shirt. She can't help but explore him, her curiosity getting the better of her.

"Show me more," she breathes, her eyes locked with his. "Show me everything."