She stills. “Never?”
I shake my head, my eyes still on Tristan. He’s keeping a careful distance from Sarah, even on the dance floor. His hips swivel and he laughs at something someone says, and I want to look away.
“You’ve had boyfriends, right? Or flings?”
“Yeah. I’ve had sex. Not a ton.” I finally look at Sienna. “You probably think I’m lame.”
“No way,” she protests. “I mean, totally different fromme, but not lame. I’d never think that. You’re just—on the cusp of being more experienced. I mean, if you want to be.”
My eyes find Tristan again.
“I want to be.”
Sienna makes an excited sound. “It’s fun, Katie. Being with someone for the first time. Feeling that excitement and newness. That’s the best part. That feeling that anything could happen. When you just want to sneak into the bathroom so you can have sex. You’ve really never done that? Not even in high school?”
“I didn’t even sleep with a guy until I was nineteen,” I protest. “David and I moved constantly. I never had serious boyfriends. Our houses were small and the thought of bringing a guy home?God, no way. David had way too many guns.”
Sienna giggles. “Fair.”
“I’ve slept with a few guys before, but it was never likethat.” At her raised brows, I say, “Never aneed.It was nice. Nothing more.”
She grabs my wrist. “You need better than nice. Come on.”
I let her drag me through the bar, past the low clusters of couches, then around the edge of the dance floor to a quiet side of the bar.
“Okay.” She folds her arms like a general. “You could get out on the dance floor. It’s a foolproof method.”
“I’m still working.”
She waves a hand in the air. “Fine. Take off your jacket.”
“What?”
“You have a hot body.” She purses her lips as she looks around. “Seriously, take off the jacket. Your tank top is cute.”
“Sienna, I literally have a gun on my hip.”
“Yeah, and someone here will definitely be into that.”
I sigh and take the jacket off, then drape it over a chair. “Trust me, that’s not what men want.”
A guy comes up next to me, glances over, then does a double take.
“Hi, Ryan.” Sienna gives him a small wave.
“Sienna Prince.” His smile is bright and even. “And who are you?”
“Katie.”
“Well, hi, mysterious Katie. What kind of gun is that?”
I give Sienna a look that tells her I knew this was coming. “A SIG Sauer. And no, you can’t fire it.”
He chuckles. “I’ve fired one before.” At my confused look, his smile grows. “I’m an actor.”
“Ah.” I don’t know what to say to that. I’ve never met an actor. I just want to get this awkward small talk over with and let this guy talk to Sienna. I glance at Tristan, who is looking at me with lowered brows. He tips his head in question. I shrug.
“Do you ever go to the firing range?”
