unclasp her bra; which she let fall to the ground casually。 ?Nate; can I sleep in your shirt?? she
asked shyly。
?Course。? Nate nodded eagerly; trying to look away。 He pulled his cotton tee off and tossed it to
her。
She pulled it over her head; pausing inside the darkness of it to breathe in his overwhelming
scent: his armpits and his laundry detergent; a hint of pot smoke and toothpaste。
Good enough to eat。
By the time she popped her head through the head hole in the still…warm T…shirt; Nate had kicked
off his khakis and crashed out on the bed next to Serena in a pair of funny palm…tree…printed boxer
shorts that Blair was pretty sure had been a present from her。
She switched off the bedroom?s overhead light。 The morning summer sun was pouring through
the bedroom window; illuminating the bodies of her friends。 She walked over to the foot of the
bed; then carefully wedged herself between Serena; who was already sleeping; her breaths long
and muted; like a baby?s; and an almost…naked Nate。
??Night;? Nate whispered。
??Night;? she quietly repeated。 Her heart pounding in her ears; Blair suddenly felt wide awake。
She studied the delicately molded and crenellated panels of Serena?s ceiling as she listened to the
light snore of her best friend and tried to ignore the soft skin of her other best friend?the only guy
she had ever really loved?whose arm was grazing hers ever so slightly。 How was sheever going to
fall asleep?
Then she felt fingers trailing down her arm; so delicately it tickled。 Nate?s hand slid down over
her wrist; then slipped into her palm; giving it a gentle squeeze。
Letting out a sigh; it felt like she was breathing out something she didn?t even know was inside
of her。 The frustration; the jealousy; the worry over what would happen next。 She turned to look at
him; but his eyes were closed; and soon hers were too。 And that?s how they slept; for the rest of
the day and into the night。
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You know who I?ve always felt kind of sorry for? Those kids with summer birthdays。 They never
got to have ice cream parties at Serendipity because all their friends were away at camp or whiling
away the season in Amagansett。 They never got to bring pastel…buttercream…frosted Magnolia
cupcakes for the whole class to enjoy。 They never got to have the coveted tea party at the Plaza
with all their best girlfriends。 All because they just happened to be born during the three months of
the year when the last thing any…one wants to think about is anyone but themselves。 We don?t
mean to be so selfish; it?s just 。 。 。 in the air。 But that doesn?t mean we don?t feel bad about it。
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