"Allow me to have sex with Alex,"
Mirabel grasped his arm with desperation, "It's my birthday, and he is drunk, Tonight is just perfect. So, please let me!"
For a moment, Benjamin appeared frozen. When he finally let himself release a dry chuckle, he yanked Mirabel's hands away from his arm and swung around, continuously tapping on the nape of his neck as so many conflicting thoughts began crawling into his senses.
"As always, you make no sense, Mirabel," He let out with a witty grunt, turning to face her, the sneer smirk he held on his face was laced with both irritation and vexation.
Mirabel reached for his arm again, her eyes gleaming with even more desperation this time, "I make total sense. I just want to be—"
"No, you don't!" Benjamin cut her off. Once again, yanking her hands away from his arm, "You are suggesting that I let you rape my best friend, there is no sense in that!"
Mirabel's face fell flat, "Rape? Don't call it that!"
