"What are you thinking?" he asked after my silence.

"I was thinking about you and your house." I answered him honestly. "You never bring people over?"

"Only Calum, some people from school, my family, and you," he answered. "Why?"

I wanted to ask him, but should I? "Just wondering," I mumbled against him as I pressed my forehead to the hard muscle of his chest. "Do you mind if I ask you some personal stuff?" I paused. "You don't have to answer if you don't want to."

He freaking laughed. "I've seen you dig in your ass, I've washed the PMS off your clothes, and seen you—," he hesitated, "in the bathroom. I really don't think you can ask me anything that's so personal I wouldn't answer, goldie."

I registered the fact that he avoided saying that he'd seen me naked, I'd mull over that later on. "You've really never brought a girlfriend over here?"

"Kat," he sighed. "My last two girlfriends didn't even know my real name. They thought my name was Robby."

I had a feeling that I was starting to go into territory that I didn't want to get into, but I knew for the sake of our friendship that I should know some things. I could tell anyone everything and anything about Nicole, Zoey, and Josh. So, wouldn't the same be expected for Tristan at some point? Maybe I didn't want to know the answers but I should. "They were in the err, adult film industry too?"

His heavy hand started doing laps on my back again. "Yeah," he answered. "One of them was the reason I got into it. It was her idea, actually. She came up to me at a bar and asked me if I was interested... Lexy was... I mean, she was hot as shit, so how was I going to tell her no? She didn't even ask me for my name that night, and by the time she did, Calum had already come up with Robby. We only stayed together a few months before she got all psycho on me for getting offers to be with other girls. Then, there was Ashley a few months after Lexy, and that lasted maybe a month or two. I met her on a scene, too."

I couldn't help the jealousy that spiked through my spine and nervous system. Two porn star girlfriends? I’m not sure how I didn’t projectile vomit at the thought. I wanted to push him away from me and climb off the couch but I didn't. It was like he could sense my unease because he started stroking my hair from the crown down, his fingers brushing through the strangely untangled locks.

"I guess I knew there wasn't anything serious going on with either one of them since I never told them my real name, huh? It's hard to lie about what you do and what your life is like when you're away from L.A—," he continued. "Ashley was almost two years ago now, I guess. I started in the industry a year before that, right before I started law school."

"Hmm," I managed to mumble out, half in a daze with his hands and half in thought at his words. How could he have gone through having a relationship with someone who didn't really even know him? Did that even count as a relationship when so much was fabricated, I wondered. "Zoey has been doing it for four years."

"I can't believe you know Zoey," he said, and I felt hot breath against the top of my head. "Is she the reason you went to the convention?"

I snorted at his question, wishing I could blame sweet Zoey for my visit to the porn convention. "No. Nikki and I are just curious pervs." The tingling in my hand started to get worse when it felt like needles bit into my skin. In an effort to pull my hand out from under his ribs, my shoulder fell back, and I expected it to land against the couch cushion but of course, no such luck.

I was flat on my back, sucking in a breath at the impact of falling off the fucking couch. I could hear Tristan laughing from his spot above me; the asshole didn't even bother to make sure I was okay before he was laughing his ass off. Two ragged breaths later, a semi-composed Tristan hung off the side of the couch while looking at me through wide, amused eyes. "Are you okay?"