For the past week, I’ve had this strange feeling whenever I’d be around my boyfriend, Dean. He’s been acting weird, and not his usual weird.

I haven’t thought to mention it to him since, maybe he’s just stressed from the amount of work he has seeing as he spends a lot more time at work nowadays.

We’re currently sitting on the couch, watching and episode of friends on the tv in our shared apartment. All of a sudden his phone starts blowing up with notifications.

He looks at it and tries to discreetly tilt the phone away from my view, which I find odd because we’re never secretive with each other so I ask, “Who is it?”

“No one important babe.” He replies as though nothing had happened and then continues to watch the episode.

“Okay, if you say so.” I say, before the his phone pings again and again and again. He checks it, replies and then places it down infront of him on the couch, faced down.

This is weird, his behaviour seems off. After a while he goes to use the bathroom. I wouldn’t usually do this, but I have a gut feeling that I need to check to see who it is.

We trust each other, or so I thought, so we know each others phone passwords, meaning it was easy for me to access his phone. I check his notifications and I see at the top of his messages is Melissa.

Before I can even open it, deans already infront of me and I’m unsure of what to do when he catches me snooping through his phone. “Why are you on my phone?” He asks as he sits down on the couch.

“Who’s Melissa?” I answer his question with my own question.

“We’re you snooping? What the fuck! What happened to trusting each other?” He asked as he stood up and pulled his phone out of my grasp.

“Who is she huh? If she’s not ‘important’ then why are being so secretive and weird?”

“Oh for gods sake, I was gonna surprise you with a ski trip, Melissa owns a cabin rental and I thought that I could rent it for us to stay at for the trip.” He says as he opens up his phone and taps on his and Melissa’s chat. “Here, go through it if you want, I’m going for a walk.”

The door slams shut as he exits the apartment.

I sit there stunned. He’s never raised his voice, even though he wasn’t being in any way aggressive more disappointed in me. I feel the exact same way towards myself. I shouldn’t have assumed, and I definitely should not have went through his phone without his permission.

What did I just do.