"Serena, no, this is not what you think, I was asleep. Baby, look at me."
Serena looked at him, hand shaking over her mouth.
"I don't want to make this awkward," Guinevere said. "But he finished twice."
Dex's entire body went rigid. "I did NOT."
"The sheets tell a different story, Dexmon." Guinevere looked at Serena. "He's vigorous. You should be proud. I am."
"She's lying."
"Am I? Where are your pants, Dexmon?"
"You have them. Give me my pants. Now."
"Exactly." Guinevere tilted her head, exposing the side of her neck toward Serena. There was a red mark there. "He was a little rough, but we cuddled after. Adorable. Does he do that with you too, or is that just an us thing?"
"That is NOT a mark," Dex said. "I did not touch her. Serena, I did not touch her."
"He talks in his sleep, by the way. He kept saying I'm sorry. Did you two fight?"
"How do you.... Serena, she's lying."
