Gay Sugar Daddy
He is the first one I've had that I'm proud to be with, comparing to the losers I dated during high school.
It feels good, to be loved to the brim like this. In fact his love has spilled over by how abundant it is. I definitely love being his girlfriend. Holding hands, kissing in the middle of the street, while his fans look at me in envy. Or adoration. Either way I'm proud to be the one in his arm.
"Is she your girlfriend?"
"Is she the one in the pictures?"
"She's the one in the pictures you deleted, right?"
My ears burn despite the cold weather. Owen's smile disappears abruptly as he turns to look at me, still holding the pen to give an autograph to his fans, "Y-yeah."