"What?!"
Mirabel shrieked out, jumped and pushed herself out of his embrace as her heart skipped a beat. She staggered when she stood upright, only fully feeling her state of tipiness as she stood upright on her own with no support. Sometimes, that happened when one drank 'a lot' in a seated position.
A wave of dizziness washes over you when you stand abruptly, but the definition of 'drinking a lot' depends on each individual though. She flushed red as she fumbled with choosing the right words to speak out, 'Did he just say that he wanted to sleep with me? OMG!'
"I just want to sleep with you. What dark and erotic thoughts are in your mind?" He clicked his tongue, shook his head slowly, the amusement never leaving his face and continued,
