She took a step back, crossed her arms over her chest and rolled her eyes. “Now you're making things up. I asked you for your shirt. I didn't ask you to f**k me... though, judging from the way you're hard, I already suspect that you want to. So quit the responsible man act and do what your body wants.”
I ignored her rant. “Let's make a deal. Would you go to sleep if I give you my t-shirt?”
She nodded. “That'll be fair.”
“Fine, Fine, babe. I'll give you the t-shirt, but this ends here, okay? Stop pushing me. I don't know what's gotten into you, I don't know what you have in mind, but this is wrong in every sense of the word. Knowing you, you're going to be pulling your hairs in regret tomorrow morning.”
“Oh yeah?” she flipped her hair back and grabbed her dress, pulling it over her head
