And I follow her because I see the way I want to expose myself in her pictures.
Not because I want to support a plus size Asian influencer.
I mean, that's there too. But my true motives are all for my own sexual gratification.
My cheeks flush. "I love your style. That's all. And your pictures are hot."
"They're really fucking hot," the guy says.
She leans into his chest. "If you ever wondered about the anonymous male model—" She looks up at him with a smile. "Hey. Stop distracting me with your sex appeal."
"What am I doing?" he teases.
"That. Exactly," she says.
Patrick shakes his head. "They're obsessed with each other. It's disgusting."
"It's called love," Skye says. "One day you'll understand that. Maybe one day soon." She rises to whisper in her boyfriend's ear then she turns to me. "We're going to bounce, but I'm glad I met you. We should do something. Drinks. Or karaoke."
"The beach?" I offer.
"A woman who loves the beach." She rests her hand on her chest. "After my heart." She nods a goodbye and leads her boyfriend out of the space.
"I've seen her naked," I say. "Well. Almost naked."
"I've seen her pictures," he says.
I imagined myself in her pictures.
I got off on the thought of showing my body to thousands of strangers. Or non-strangers. After all, people know who she is. They develop a sort of relationship with her.
It's like my site, only visual.
Patrick brushes my hair behind my ear. "We can do that, you know."
"Post on Instagram?"
"Yeah. A secret account. Just for us," he says.
"Isn't that against the terms of service?"
"I didn't mean pornographic." He laughs. "But we could do that too. Somewhere else. Somewhere racier."
"Would you really?"
"Yes." He presses his lips to my neck. "We can start with the tamer ones."
"Okay."
"That was fast."
"I know," I say.
"You're not going to make it to my place," he says.
"I will too."
"I don't think so." He leads me back to the couch, sits, pulls me into his lap.