x was
going to be even better than food。
Nate rolled onto his back while Blair sucked his fingers。 He had been
so uptight about seeing Blair that he hadn’t eaten dinner； and now
he was feeling hungry。 Maybe when he went home he’d pick up a
burrito from the Mexican place on Lexington Avenue。 That’s what he
wanted； a chicken and black bean burrito with extra guacamole。
Blair bit down hard on his pinky。
“Ow；” Nate said； his hard…on deflating as if it had been pricked with
a pin。 He sat up and ran his hands through his hair。 “I can’t do this；”
he muttered under his breath。
“What？” Blair said； sitting up too。 “What’s wrong？” Her heart fell。
This wasn’t in the script。 Nate was ruining a perfect moment。
Clumsily； Nate took Blair’s hand and looked into her eyes for the
first time all night。 “I have to tell you something；” he said。 “I can’t
do this without you knowing。 I feel like an asshole。”
Blair could tell by the look in Nate’s eyes that the moment wasn’t
just ruined； it was killed。 “What？” she said softly。
Nate reached down and gathered up the edges of the quilt。 He
draped one end around Blair’s shoulders and wrapped the other end
around his waist。 It didn’t seem right to talk about this when they
were both so naked。 He took Blair’s hand again。
“Remember the summer before last when you were away in
Scotland； at your aunt’s wedding？” Nate began。
Blair nodded。
“It was so friggin’ hot that summer。 I was in the city with my Dad；
just hanging out while he went to some meetings and stuff。 I got
bored； so I called Serena in Ridgefield； and she came down。” Nate
noticed Blair’s back stiffen