Agnes woke up with soreness between her legs. She could not remember much except for their lovemaking.
"You are up?" Seth asked. Why was he always there as if waiting for her? "Drink this."
He gave her a glass of what seemed to be lemonade. She took a sip. Lemonade, indeed.
"What happened to your face?" she asked. There was a red mark on his right cheek. It was like someone slapped him.
"What do you think?"
"Looks like someone slapped you," she said. "Who?" She did not like the prospect of someone slapping Seth. He was someone she was sleeping with. Besides, she did not hate him. She would not like if someone hurt him.
"Darling, no one can hurt me."
"Well, someone clearly did," Agnes said.
"Except for one person."
"Who?"
"You."