"My version of truth?" Mirabel's widened in shock as she pointed a finger at herself. "Did you just call me a liar, I woke up to find you on top of me, why we're you on top of md if you weren't tryi to rape me?" She questioned and it made sense to him.

"It was your fault," he defend himself. She scoffed at his words and asked, "my fault? How is it my fault that you have naughty thoughts," she asked.

"I woke up to find you on top of me," he blurted. "What?" She exclaimed and continued. "I was on top of you? Find a better way to...