I smiled up at him before taking his hand and let him lead me to the dance floor. His hands immediately went to my waist while I wrapped my arms around his neck. He pulled me in a lot closer than I'd expected.

"Are you having fun?" Ryan asked, looking down at me.

"Yes, thank you for inviting me."

He smiled. "I don't understand why you're still single, Kat."

I shrugged a lonely shoulder at him as I batted my eyelashes, smirking. "Me neither, Ry."

"Is that guy you hang out with gay?" he asked with a laugh, spinning me around abruptly.

"No, he's not gay. We're just friends."

Ryan snickered, pulling me in even closer to him so that we were practically pressing our chests together. "I don't see how any man besides Josh can just be friends with you, beautiful."

"Shut your mouth," I giggled in response. "You sound like my dad."

"I'm dead serious. Your dad knows what he's talking about. Why aren't you together?"

I debated for a moment whether or not to tell Ryan about Tristan's Robby Lingus half but I didn't. I knew Tristan, not Robby. "I think he's been with a lot of girls," I tried to explain.

His eyebrows went up in understanding. "Most guys nowadays have been with a lot of girls, Kat."

I knew what he was saying was the truth. I knew it was also the same reason I hadn't immediately decided that I wasn't against being with Tristan in the future if there was no Robby. I remembered that one of my exes had admitted to me that he'd slept with at least eighty women before me. Did it make me upset? A little. I mean it was gross to think that he'd willingly been with so many other females before me, and it was also the reason why I always forced him to wrap his peen up. I appreciated his honesty, and for that year we were together he'd been a nice and attentive boyfriend. Ultimately, we both just wanted different things and split up. Last I heard, he'd gone back to his man-whore ways.

"How many girls have you been with?" I jokingly asked.

Ryan opened and closed his lips in quick succession, frowning for a moment before grinning. "A lot?"

"Really? You aren't a virgin?" I teased.

He chuckled deep in his throat, leaning forward to plant a kiss on my cheek. "I don't want to tell you. It's a lot."

"Just tell me," I insisted. The curiosity killed me. It was a well-known fact that Ryan slept around quite a bit, but something inside of me needed to know the vague details.

Ryan sighed while pressing his cheek against the top of my head. He smelled wonderful. "Maybe like... a girl a week for three years... plus more?"

Now, I didn't follow through with my plans to study aeronautical engineering because I sucked at math, but I could easily deduce that Ryan had been with close to two hundred women. Two hundred! Shit. I wished I knew how many Tristan had been with but at the same time, I didn't. I was secretly scared that the number was more than my stomach could handle.

"Please don't tell Zo," he pleaded against my skin. Zoey would eat him alive for sleeping around that much especially with the amount of shit he'd given her when he found out about her career. He was kind of a hypocrite and he knew it.

I pressed my palm against his chest to push him just a couple inches away. "I won't, I swear."

His handsome face dropped into a sad smile. "I ruined any chance I had of getting you into my bed tonight though, didn't I?" he asked smoothly, kissing my cheek again.

I snorted against him, burying my face into the lapels of his jacket. "It wasn't going to happen even if you didn't tell me."