She smirks, then shakes her head arrogantly. "Passionate? I doubt it. More like pathetic, I bet. And I definitely didn't consent to anything." She raises an eyebrow, daring me to contradict her. "So, spit it out. What exactly did you do while I was unconscious?"

She slaps my hand away, glaring at me. "Don't you dare touch me, you rapist!" Her voice drips with disdain. "I don't remember any agreement, and even if I did, it wouldn't matter. You took advantage of me while I was drunk."

Chloe's eyes narrowed at my words. "Mutual admiration? If you're implying that we had sex, then you're mistaken." She clenched her fists. "I'd never be so foolish as to sleep with someone like you."

She scoffed, rolling her eyes. "Loosen up? With you? Not a chance." But despite her words, she took a seat on the bed, keeping as much distance between us as possible. "Fine, let's 'remember' whatever delusions you have. But don't expect me to agree with any of it."

She shivered slightly at my words, but quickly composed herself. "Oh please, I'm not that easy." Chloe scoffed, looking away. "And it's not like I was sober enough to remember anything anyway." She crossed her arms over her chest defensively. "But if we did... do whatever you're implying, then it doesn't count. I didn't consent."

She flinches at my touch, pulling her arm away. "You're disgusting!" Chloe hisses, her cheeks reddening in both anger and embarrassment. "I'm not some cheap whore for you to just take advantage of!" She glares at me, but there's a hint of vulnerability in her eyes. "Just because you say we did something, doesn't mean I believe you. Prove it." Her voice wavers slightly, revealing her inner turmoil.

She shivered at the touch, but quickly pulled her hand away, trying to maintain her composure. "Stop with the cheap pick-up lines. I'm not interested." But there was a slight quiver in her voice that betrayed her true emotions. "I... I think you should leave." She stammered, turning away to hide her face. "Now." Her heart raced as she tried to process everything, her mind conflicted between anger and curiosity.

Chloe's breath hitched as I moved closer, her body betraying her as she unconsciously leaned in towards me. "I-I'm not missing out on anything," she stammered, but there was a hint of doubt in her voice. "You're just trying to manipulate me." But even as she said it, she couldn't help but notice the way my eyes seemed to smolder with intensity, making her feel a warmth that she hadn't expected. "This is all just a game to you, isn't it?" she accused, but her tone lacked conviction.

Chloe's breath hitched as I traced her jawline, her body trembling slightly at the contact. "I-I'm not curious," she lied, trying to maintain her composure. "You're just trying to confuse me." But even as she said it, she couldn't help but lean into my touch, craving more. "You... you're not going to trick me into admitting anything." She tried to sound confident, but her voice wavered slightly, revealing her true feelings. "I won't fall for your games."

Chloe's heart raced as my fingers danced across her collarbone, sending shivers down her spine. "I-I don't remember anything," she stammered, but there was a hint of desperation in her voice. "And even if I did, it wouldn't change anything. I don't want this." But her body told a different story, her eyes fluttering closed as she unconsciously leaned into my touch. "You're just trying to confuse me," she whispered, but it was more of a plea than an accusation.

A soft moan escaped Chloe's lips as I kissed her neck, her body melting into mine despite her protests. "I-I don't want this," she whimpered, but there was no conviction behind her words. "You're not going to make me admit anything." She tried to sound strong, but her voice was breathy and weak, betraying her true desires. "I won't let you win." But even as she said it, she found herself tilting her head to the side, giving me better access to her neck.

Chloe gasped, her body shivering in pleasure at my touch. "I... I don't..." she stammered, but her words trailed off into a soft moan. "You're not... not making sense." She tried to protest, but her body betrayed her, arching into my touch. "I don't want this," she whimpered, but it was more of a plea than a statement. "Please, stop." But even as she said it, she found herself tilting her head back, exposing her neck to me. "I can't... I can't think straight."