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to say the right thing. He was barely thinking at all.
Blair’s room was a blaze of candles. A bottle of red wine was open
on the floor, with two glasses beside it. Blair knelt down and poured
each of them a glass like a little geisha. She felt more comfortable
naked in the darkness of her room.
“What kind of music do you want to listen to?” she asked Nate,
handing him a glass.
Nate gulped the wine, swallowing noisily. “Music? Anything you
want. Whatever,” he said.
Of course, Blair had her CD mix all cued up. The first song was
Coldplay, because she knew Nate liked them.
Slow and sexy, rocker boy.
Blair had made and remade the movie of this moment in her head
so many times she felt like an actress who was finally getting her
big break, playing the role of her career.
She reached up and put her hands on Nate’s shoulders. He tried not
to look at her, but he couldn’t help it. She was naked, and she was
beautiful. She was a girl and he was a boy.
There have been plenty of songs written about this.
“Take off your clothes, Nate,” Blair whispered.
Maybe after we do it, I’ll tell her, Nate thought.
That didn’t seem completely fair, but still, he kissed her. And once
he started, he couldn’t stop.
When Serena woke up a little while later, Chuck had changed the
channel to MTV2 and was singing along loudly to Jay-Z. Serena’s
Pucci dress had ridden up above her waist, and her lacy blue
underwear was showing.
Serena propped herself up on her elbows and wiped the lip-gloss
scum out of the corners of her mouth. She pulled down her dress.
“What time is it?” she said.
Chuck glanced at her. “Time for us to take off our clothes and get in
bed,” he said impatiently. He’d been waiting long enough.
Serena’s head felt thick, and she was dying for a glass of water. “I
feel awful,” she said, sitting up and rubbing her forehead. “I want to
go home.”
“Come on,” Chuck said, flicking off the TV. “We could take a hot tub
first. That’ll make you feel better.”
“No,” Serena insisted.
“Fine,” Chuck said angrily. He stood up. “There’s water on the table.
Put your boots on, I’ll help you get a cab.”
Serena pulled on her boots and stared at the cold rain falling
outside the hotel room window.
“It’s raining,” she said, taking a sip of the water.