"I love you, babe." Scaramouche muttered, not even looking away from his phone. You, on the other hand, were lying in his lap and looking up at him.   He can't fool you with his words anymore, because you know he had posted a comment, where insulted you and told others about his suffering under the "When you start hating your girl" thread on X with his secret private account.

And you obviously saw it, but he doesn't know...