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We fell asleep tangled in each other's arms, he in his towel and me in my sweats. His towel slipped off during our brief, yet refreshing slumber and left him exposed snuggled in my arms. He looked so peaceful I didn't want to wake him, but my movements woke him anyhow, he stirred and wiped the drool from his chin. I couldn't help but laugh. He laughed too. "I should get dressed, we don't need to go after each other right now. We need to look at your accounts. Your phone is still going crazy. I think you dropped it on the floor. I'll show you how to lock those down. This is the danger, the main reason my private life was private. I don't know what those little buzzes mean. Some will be warnings to stay away from me, mostly Instagram, and some will be general comments and or follows. That girl was posting pictures of us, both were, last night and then this afternoon. I know I was tagged. And I think I saw her, or someone in the trees taking pictures as we got out of the tent this afternoon. Our tickle fight might have been posted and one or two conversations that you can't make out what we were saying to each other. But it is clear we were in a tent at night together just the two of us. People will make a conclusion. I have already heard about it and got the lecture of the lifetime from all of our mutual friends and my mother. I think that they figured out who you are too. It doesn't help that your profile picture is still an old picture of you and me on the day we met. I say we change that picture. I don't know how you feel about that." I was just staring at him in stunned stupidity and confusion. He snapped his fingers gently in front of my face a couple of feet away. I started and reached down to grab my phone off the floor where it had indeed dropped. He was right. I had a ton of new follows and follow requests on all of my social media accounts and more notifications than I knew what to do with. I growled at him. He shrugged. Then turned his phone around so that I could see his Twitter. It was a freakish thing to see. I flipped through the tabs as I took his phone from him and he took mine. I realized then that this man was opening his whole life to me and I didn't know why despite him already telling me. I wondered how and why it happened so fast and how I got to be so lucky and if it would last. I watched him with silent tears in my eyes as he fiddled with my phone. iPhone users. I secretly hoped he accidentally deleted everything, but then I would lose the one connection that mattered the most to me. My eyes grew wide, I forgot to message her, she had to be worried and happy. I had texted her from the office while I waited for the clerk and let her know where I was and that he was still with me. I explained that he had offered to pay for the cabin or to even get his own and that I insisted that he stay with me, cause well 'you know'. I told her. She asked me if I knew what I was doing and then the transaction was done I had to return to the car where he waited. Then the shower was calling and I needed to do that, I fell asleep and he fell apart. I looked at my phone in his hands. I needed to talk to her. He pulled up my Instagram and Facebook accounts and showed me each. The notifications there were just as insane. "Can I make these private for you?"

"Yes" I said absentmindedly as I settled down with his phone. People were threatening him again, over me! I was shocked. I thought we had moved past that, I should have known better. I didn't open a thing. He got several texts while I was holding his phone. His private DMs were full of 'what the heck are you doings' and one started out with 'Avi please don't do this.' It was both hard to look at and hard to set aside. I gave him back his phone. He set it aside and sat next to me holding my phone in his hands. He gave me a lesson on each of my accounts, on how to secure them, they were already secure, that made him smile, and how to keep the trolls away. He showed me how to turn the comments on and off on my Instagram account, Facebook, and Twitter if needed. We turned them off on my Instagram for the time being. We made each account private and more than half the comments on each of the main ones went away, only the ones from my mutuals remained. We flipped through our photos and found two of them we really liked and changed my profile picture and layout for each account. Then he showed me the post he had generated and asked for permission to post it. It made me cry. He was claiming me as his.