You were a few years younger than Aubrey, but who cared? It was true love, you believed that you were soulmates. The two of you were at a gay bar, the loud music drowned out the sounds of people talking and dancing. You sat on your girlfriend’s lap, one arm around the back of her neck, and a screwdriver cocktail in your other hand. Aubrey talked to some of her friends that were sitting next to or around her.

Aubrey was a loving partner, and the dynamic worked because you had more of a submissive personality, where as she had a more dominant one. She was your everything, she knew how to make you feel loved, but she also knew how to put you in your place. She was rough but gentle at the same time.

“Comfy?” Aubrey asked as she downed a shot of vodka. You nodded, her voice snapping you out of your thoughts. You took a sip of your own drink before setting it down on the table in front of you, you nuzzled your face into the crook of her neck, gently kissing the actress.