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"I saw my aunt at one of these once a couple of years ago. I think we both wanted the ground to swallow us whole," he admitted to me with his clear, deep voice.

"I heard my parents having sex once. I was traumatized for life," I offered him, like a moron. If I could have punched myself right then without looking like a demented fool, I would have.

He grimaced, but chuckled. "Did you say anything to them afterward?"

"Are you insane?" I snorted.

"Well," he shrugged his broad shoulders up. "If you're stuck being traumatized forever, they should too. Don't you think?"

As stupid as it sounded, I realized he had a point. "I guess," I said before my bastard brain made me relive the memory of that fateful night. Ughhh. I had just come down the stairs to get a glass of water when I happened to walk by their room and heard noises that would haunt me for the rest of my life. The shudder that rumbled through my body was ridiculous, but he chuckled.

After taking another left turn, I realized we were actually just two booths down from where we'd started our walk, and I looked back and forth down the row before settling my gaze on his face. He gave me that cute bashful smile again, knowing he'd been caught. "The restroom is right here. I'll wait for you so you don't get lost on your way back, okay?"

He was too fucking cute for his own good, and I wanted to know why he was being so nice. "Okay, Magellan."

He held his hand out to me, with its long, limber fingers, for me to shake. I found myself grasping his large, warm hand without a second thought. "It's Tristan actually, you little gold digger." he said, with a wink.

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I laughed like a crazy person the entire time I was in the restroom. The lady that came out of the stall next to mine, wearing a dominatrix outfit, looked at me like I had two heads. I was so thoroughly amused, I didn't give a shit.

A gold digger.

I snorted while I rinsed off my hands, then dried them. This guy, Tristan, was too cute for his own good, it didn't help that he seemed to feel comfortable enough around me to crack jokes about me. It took Nicole months to start whipping out lines about my bladder control or hair when it resembled a rat's nest. Should I be offended? Probably, but if Andrew Wood, my all time favorite porn star, made fun of me, I would laugh and smile. If he said I was a man, I'd go with it. Tristan felt like an old friend, and I liked it. I felt more comfortable around him than I probably should have, but oh fucking well.

He stood right outside the door when I made my way out, his back facing the crowd behind him, but he looked up the moment he heard the door swing. Bright eyes looked me over so quickly I almost missed it but didn't. "I was starting to worry you fell in the toilet."

I rolled my eyes at him, but smiled. "I didn't even take that long."

"I know," he said, and we started walking toward where he found me. "So... I didn't catch your name..."

"It's Kat, well Katherine, but everyone calls me Kat," I said, and his face snapped up to peer at mine. He even stopped walking.

"You do porn?" he asked really low, like he didn't want anyone to hear the question. Tristan had a confused expression on his face. He looked at me again, up and down, like he was assessing me.

"No!" I huffed and almost said something that I definitely shouldn't and could never bring up. "I mean, no, I don't. Why?"

His eyes narrowed. "Kat sounds like a porn stage name. Next thing I know you'll tell me your last name is Lips or something."

My face blanched because for the first time in my life, I really thought about my God given name. Suddenly my lady bits reminded me of two hamburger buns for some stupid reason. I felt like I was giving in to my childhood nickname: Cheeseburger. To your average eight year old, Berger was as good as burger.

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