Carl darted a glance at her. "You ask me? You did it. Don't you remember?"
"I..." Joyce was shocked. "I, did it?"
She couldn't believe it!
Carl approached her with his eyes squinted. "There are only you and me in the room."
As he approached, Joyce noticed that there were a few new small teeth marks on his neck. Judging from the size, it was indeed bitten by her.
But she refused to admit it. "No, I don't remember it at all. Don't try to get me wrong. It was not me."
With a sneer, Carl grabbed her hand and pressed her down on the bed. "You want me to help you recall what happened between us last night? I put you on the bed, and you suddenly reached out to hook my neck tightly, kissed and bit me, and then..."
Much embarrassed at his words, Joyce had to admit her mistake. "No... stop it
