We were at this dingy dive bar after one of my shows (my first solo tour just kicked off) and it was fairly obvious that this one blonde kept eyeing me up.

I don’t know if she saw you, or was pretending you weren’t there, but if looks could kill. Well let’s just say that girl would’ve dropped dead from the way you were staring at her.

I was usually the overly possessive one in our relationship, girls never really tried anything with me since I made it known that I was taken, but this one just would not stop.

“This girl needs to start staring at something else fast before I say something”

You whispered to me while interlacing our hands. Silently signaling to the girl ‘he’s mine’