Eerie silence hung in the room, surrounding the two of you like thick smoke. Chris's unlocked phone lay between the two of you, opened on his instagram explore page which was full of provocative reels and posts.

This wasn't the first incident, not by a long shot, but you had thought the last incident was the final occurrence. How dumb of you to think that. It was just so innocent, you weren't even looking for anything incriminating. Just wanted to check your friend's instagram story and your phone was dead on the charger.

The sight of all those... well, no other way to say it, really... extremely and unrealistically drop dead gorgeous, half naked women consuming your boyfriend's feed was gut wrenching - to put it lightly. To know he had to be liking and engaging with similar posts was just... nauseating and the next half hour was spent obsessively scrolling through every saved post and follow.

Each scroll and click was more heart breaking than the last to say the least... and now that Chris is out of the shower and sees the look on your face, his phone on the bed, and is surrounded by your tense silence, both of you are not really sure what to do.

"I-... I just don't get it," you muttered, tone filled with varying emotions. You felt... disgusted. With yourself or him, you're not sure. You felt insecure, sad, angry, scared... but most of all, disappointed. And it reflected in Chris's tense facial expression.

"Don't get what?" he asked, an irritatingly innocent tone to his voice, his eyes staring daggers into your face, searching desperately for some softness or warmth in your gaze.

"Why do you need... that... or them, i guess, when- when you have me?" you pressed, tone stone cold and bitter. "Are you that insatiable, Chris?"

"Baby, it ain't that, come o-" he goes to counter, before you cut him off with a dry chuckle and scoff, your head shaking in hopes of dissipating even a little bit of the fire rushing through your veins.