"Tristan came over last night—," I started to tell them before Zoey's high pitched squeal filled the deli louder than any police siren ever could.

"You slut! You did it with him!" she said way too loudly. The group of businessmen sitting in the booth behind her all turned to look at us with shit eating grins on their faces.

My face flushed red when the men kept looking over like nosey old bitties until I waved at them, causing them to turn around. "Jesus, I didn't sleep with him, Zo. We just talked. Then made out. Talked some more. Then, we made out again," There was no way in hell I could help the dreamy tone my voice took on as I relived the three times his mouth was glued to mine. I didn't want to think about how he'd gotten so good at using his mouth because that would make me a hypocrite. I wasn't exactly a virgin myself and hadn't been one for some time. Plus, I did kind of kiss Ryan not too long ago. In hindsight, it amused me that there wasn't any tongue involved then, kind of like I was saving some usage up for Tristan. Ha.

"You little slut," Nikki laughed, leaning into Zoey's much smaller frame. "I told you it would happen soon."

"I knew it was going to happen, spank you very much. I knew it was meant to be when you said agreed to go on that date yesterday."

"You went on a date yesterday and didn't tell me?" Nicole hissed.

"Yes but it doesn't matter, it was with some guy I met at the aquarium," I groaned taking another bite out of my sandwich to avoid answering anymore questions about Kieran.

"He seemed nice." Zoey interjected with glittering eyes, "What did Tristan say?"

I was torn between wanting to tell them and also wanting to keep that special feeling between Tristan and me. It almost felt too personal to put into words. I didn't think they'd laugh at me or anything if I were to tell them that we just sat on the couch for a couple of hours with his arm around me while we shared a few kisses but it seemed special. I grinned at my closest friends and shrugged. "He just told me that he thinks of me all the time," I replied as vaguely as possible.

"I knew it," Zoey said in a sing-song voice.

Nikki smiled and set down her sandwich. "Now what?"

"We didn't get that far because I didn't want to push. He likes me, I like him, and we're friends." I knew that there were things we needed to talk about, but I didn't want to rush the questions I had. It wasn't a matter of life or death, or even a deciding factor on the progress of whatever it is we had together at that point.

Zoey leaned against the leather backing behind her and folded her arms across her tiny chest. "It's just a matter of time before some network makes a television show about us."

Nicole and I both snorted at her idea before raising an eyebrow at each other over the words that were about to spew out of our friend's mouth. "What kind of show would it be?" Nikki asked, taking the bait.

"It's going to be called Porn Wives, hello." she mused loudly. "Nikki is going to be the one married to the really popular porn star. Kat, you're going to be the girlfriend hoping to get engaged soon—"

"Umm, I really don't think—," I started to cut her off.

A small index finger came up to shush me before Zoey kept rolling with her idea. "I'm going to be the single girl looking for a relationship, and then we have Josh, who can be our oddball in the group because he has nothing to do with porn but we love him anyway."

Nikki looked at me, her hazel eyes were wide with amusement as a big smirk covered her face. "Well that's settled then. Are you going to start pitching ideas out to networks?"