"I did not," she slurred. "You stuck your hair in my mouth," her face remained sideways as she glared at him. "And you bit my boob!" She pointed to my chest with both hands.
"I certainly did not," he scoffed at her accusation. "You stuck your breast in my mouth," he countered. His speech was clearer and filled with irritation.
"In case you haven't noticed," she spoke calmly. "You are on top of me." She pointed out the obvious. Other than his face, she was completely covered by his long, solid frame.
"Why can't I move properly?" he demanded to know as he tried to pull away from her. It seemed the harder he tried the closer he became. His face was filled with anger.
"I have no idea. Are you drunk?" she asked smoothly.
"I ordered one drink!" he said, his patience wearing thin. She knew he would burst if she poked, but she couldn't help herself one bit.
