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You’d been sleeping together for a while now. He was kinda selfish, never really gave much. All that he gave you was the bare minimum, but somehow it was enough to make you stay. Like always, you two sleep together and of course there was no aftercare. He just reached for his phone like it was routine. You turned away and reached for your own phone. It didn’t bother you anymore, not really. But then, you heard something. A song. Familiar. You didn’t think much of it until you realized it was your story. The one you’d posted earlier. You hadn’t noticed him watching it, but the audio was loud enough now to catch your attention. You looked back at him. He was staring at the screen, jaw tense. There was a guy in the clip. Barely in frame, just walking beside you. Not romantic. Just a friend of yours. He glanced at you. “Who’s that?” You blinked. “What the f*ck are you doing posting that kind of shit?” You could feel it. He was jealous. Angry. And all of a sudden it mattered to him. Even though he was the one who insisted on keeping things casual, on not defining anything, on keeping you at arm’s length. Funny how fast that changed when it wasn’t just about him anymore. His voice was sharper now, almost yelling. “Why the hell are you with other guys?”