upstairs。 “Jenny？” he called； his voice echoing in the town house。
“I’m ing to find you；” Nate called； taking the stairs to his bedroom two at a time。 But there； lying in a tangled heap as if they belonged there； were Serena and Blair。
He blinked in amazement。 They were singing along to the black…and…white movie on his TV。 Breakfast at Tiffany’s。 Of course。 It was a scene he’d walked in on a million times back in high school。 But this wasn’t high school。 What were they doing here？ Was he still dreaming？
“‘Moon River and’—Natie！” Serena squealed； bounding off the bed and rushing toward him。 She was wearing only a pair of underpants and a tank top that didn’t match。 Nate blushed。
“Where’s Jenny？” Nate asked suspiciously； glancing between the two of them。
“We didn’t kill her。” Blair snorted。 “My brother invited her to a party downtown。 She’s probably there。”
He glanced from Serena to Blair； not knowing what to do。 They looked like they’d been there for a while。 Wrinkles from the pillowcase were indented into Blair’s cheek； making her look adorably rumpled and reminding him of all the sleepovers they’d had over the years。 Serena’s tank top strap had fallen off her shoulder； revealing her glittery skin； surprisingly tan for December。
Nate gingerly perched on the edge of the bed； watching as Holly and her boyfriend wandered around Tiffany。 He must have watched this movie a hundred times。 What was one more？
“I’m getting ice cream；” Blair announced； stepping out of bed。 Nate gazed at her as she padded toward the door。 She was wearing her bra and underwear and every inch of her looked amazing。 And Serena was so long and lean and leggy and…
Down boy！
Blair came back with a two…gallon tub of Rocky Road that she’