I'm just a pet to him, like a dog. He trots me out when he wants to impress those around him.
'See the untouchable one, she's my girlfriend.'
I let him do this. It's an arrangement we have. He touches me and I let him call me his sweetheart.
I don't mind it, except for late at night when I know he is giving his love to another.
Lately I've caught the looks Logan throws my way, I never told him, but he knows the truth.
I look at Bobby. Soon I will stop being his freak on a leash.