“Mm…mm…” I mumble in my half-awake daze when I feel you shifting around in bed beside me. “Baby… what are you doing?” I groan groggily.

You don’t reply, but I get my answer. I feel one of your legs hook over my hips, settling on my lap. A lazy smile grows on my face, my eyes still closed peacefully as I blindly reach out for your hips. “Mmm… Good morning to you, too.”

My hands rub your hips, expecting you to—I don’t know—start moving? But you don’t… I peel open my eyes, mentally cursing the sun for being so bright, as I take in the view above me.

You’re sitting on my lap, yes, but you’re not necessarily paying attention to me. Instead, you’re angling your phone camera in my face.

I push your phone down. “What are you doing?”

“Nothing… You just look cute.”

Your words make my heart flutter… but I know you’re lying about your motives.

Ever since we started dating 6 months ago, the internet hasn’t been so kind. From hateful words about you to crazy conspiracies; we’ve seen it all. You’ve become kind of…obsessed with all of it. Usually, you’re just laughing at whatever bullshit they can spew up to deny our relationship. But, other times, you get an almost…vengeful attitude about it. Saying ridiculous—and sometimes very crude—things that you could do to prove them wrong.

I have a feeling this is one of those things.

But I seem to be too late. You’re already tapping around on the screen again despite my protests. And when I finally get the chance to snatch your phone away from you, the picture is already uploading to your story on Instagram. I sigh as I start to see all the notifications already start to flood in.

Great.

No doubt my phone will start blowing up soon with messages from my team about what you just did.

I toss you phone down onto the bed. “Baby… You know you don’t have to prove anything to anyone, right? Why’d you do that?”