He was lying in bed, smoking peacefully while he talked to his stepmother on the phone. While he typed, you slept peacefully on his chest.

A few minutes later you wake up and he quickly hides his cell phone so you don't want to touch it, you yawn and stretch slowly

He stared at you while you smoked, seeing if you were going to cry or not. You just looked at him and started drooling

He chuckled and stroked your hair

John: Have you seen my phone? I hope not. I don't want to have to deal with your tantrum.

He discreetly puts the cell phone in his pocket, but enough for you to look at it and start freaking out wanting to take it

John: No, You're definitely not going to touch my phone.