“Okay, I’ll see you tomorrow, then? I’ll be waiting for you. Good night, babe.” I hung up after saying those words. As I looked towards my right side, my queen-sized bed welcombed by tired body to rest and just looking at that made my eyes heavy. Twenty minutes passed by and I was sleeping peacefully.

And that’s the last thing I remember before waking up to the feeling of someone’s finger tracing circles on my thigh, i knew it was my boyfriend so I acted asleep and sooner, sleepiness took me out again. After an hour or so, a notification sound echoes throughout the room, awakening my senses little by little—a new text. By that time, my sleepiness has been washed away and I was curious to see who’s been texting me more than three times in repeat. I sat up on my bed and as I was about to check my phone, I hear ‘clicking metal’ sounds from the kitchen underneath the first floor. I was skeptical to go down at first since I thought that it might be a robber instead.

But my thoughts were cleared up once I’ve heard a familiar melody my boyfriend used to whistle, his new song, ‘New Lillies’. I went down the stairs and was greeted with the smell of freshly made pancakes with some syrup whilst my boyfriend is trying very hard to flip the pancakes and not destroy the shapes.

“Hey, lovely. Did I wake you up? Sorry, I came home earlier after finishing my sessions and wanted to make you some good ol’ pancakes.” Aside from the sweet remarks of my boyfriend, I was more relieved to know that I’m safe.

“Why didn’t you call, babe? I was scared.”

“Didn’t wanna wake you up, love. Okay, the pancakes are about done. Just sit there and you’d have your breakfast right away.”

“Got it, chief.” I playfully said and sat at one of the chairs near the countertop. Oh, what’s those texts, anyway? I swiped the notification bar down and clicked on the first one. Texts from…….Jacob? I furrowed my brows in confusion, glancing at my boyfriend who’s infront of me for once before loading the attachments that were sent below. Photos, 5 of them.

Huh.

It contained of five photos of me sleeping on bed from different angles, two of them were close-up shots. With a text at the end reading, “You look like my mom when you’re sleeping.”

“Babe, did you take pictures of me this morning while I’m sleeping? That’s sweet of you. I didn’t think you’d—”

“Wait, what the fuck? Give me your phone.”

“What happened?” I was confused, I never seen him this angry before, after seeing those pictures of mine, his face went dangerously pale, I was worried on what’s happening.

“What’s happening, Jacob….. what’s wrong?”

“I— my phone was stolen yesterday night.”