gossip girl 12 终结-第35部分

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ity　in　one　of　Blair’s　discarded　T…shirts。　The　makeshift　jammies　would　have　to　do。

Okay；　Jenny　whispered　to　herself。　She　felt　excited　and　nervous　all　at　the　same　time。　She　creaked　the　door　open　and　stepped　into　the　dark　hallway。

Blair　climbed　up　the　rickety　attic　stairs；　a　Tocca　candle　in　one　hand。　It　was　fig　scented　and　perfect　for　the　bedside；　but　not　very　helpful　in　casting　light　on　her　path。　She　looked　up　when　she　heard　a　sound　ing　from　the　door　at　the　bottom　of　the　stairs。

Serena。　She　wore　one　of　her　ancient　C&C　California　T…shirts　from　high　school；　without　a　bra　underneath。　The　candlelight　flickered　over　her　pale　hair　and　perfect　features；　making　her　look　more　beautiful　than　ever。

“What　are　you　doing？”　Blair　whispered；　balancing　precariously　on　the　stair。

Serena　sucked　in　her　breath。　What　was　Blair　doing　here？　“I　was　going　to　the　bathroom。　Dan　was　taking　a　shower　in　ours　and　I　remembered　there　was　a　bathroom　up　here；”　she　lied；　shrugging　nonchalantly。　“What　are　you　doing？”　she　asked；　even　though　she　had　a　feeling　she　knew　the　answer　to　that　question。

“I　was　making　sure　the　window　upstairs　was　closed；”　Blair　shot　back。　At　least　that　made　more　sense　than　Serena’s　ridiculous　lie。　It　was　so　fucking　obvious　Serena　was　trying　to　sneak　into　Nate’s　room。

“Do　you　need　help？　With　the　window？”　Serena　asked；　arching　an　eyebrow。

“I’ll　just　text　Nate　to　get　it。　No　use　waking　everyone　up。　And　there’s　a　bathroom　downstairs。　I　can　show　you；”　Blair　challenged。

Serena　paused。　Finally；　she　nodded。

Blair　escorted　Serena　down　the　hallway　like　a　policewoman　with　a　petty　criminal；　standing　sentry　at　the　door。　She　heard　Serena　turn　on　the　faucet　before　emerging　a　few　seconds　later。

“Good　night；”　the　two　girls　said；　daring　each　other　to　be　the　first　to　turn　back　and　climb　the　attic　stairs。

Blair　didn’t　budge。　It　was　her　goddamn　house。　She　was　going　to　stay　up　all　night　if　that　was　what　it　took。　“Good　night；”　Blair　said　again；　more　pointedly。

“See　you　tomorrow　morning；”　Serena　said　before　heading　reluctantly　down　the　hallway。　Would　Blair　go　back　to　Nate’s　bedroom　after　she　left？

Or　would　someone　else　get　there　first？

things　that　go　bump　in　the　night

Nate　had　fallen　asleep　quickly。　He　was　having　a　dream　about　chasing　Blair　and　Serena　all　over　Central　Park　but　never　being　able　to　catch　them　when　the　door　to　his　room　creaked　open。

“It’s　me。”　A　girl’s　voice　pulled　him　out　of　his　soupy；　half…conscious　state。　Nate　blinked　to　adjust　his　eyes　to　the　light。　The　girl　held　a　candle　that　cast　a　glow　on　the　ecru　walls；　making　it　impossible　to　see　her　clearly。　The　figure　was　too　short　to　be　Serena’s；　but　the　voice　was　too　breathy　to　be　Blair’s。

Nate　sat　up　and　ran　his　hand　through　his　hair。　“I　can’t　really　see　you；”　he　said。　Jenny　held　the　candle　closer　to　her　face；　casting　her　skin　with　a　warmish　golden　glow。　She　wore　a　pair　of　tight　black　leggings　and　a　lacy　black　tank　top。　“Here；　you’ll　get　cold；”　he　said；　holding　up　the　flannel　covers　and　patting　a　spot　on　the　mattress　next　to　him。

Jenny　placed　the　candle　on　the　nightstand　and　tried　to　smile　seductively。　Her　heart　was　hammering　in　her　chest　and　she　wanted　to　scream　with　excitement。　It　was　happening。　It　was　finally　happening！

Easy　there；　tiger。

She　climbed　into　the　bed　next　to　Nate　and　pulled　the　flannel　forter　over　their　legs。　Their　hips　were　touching；　and　she　could　smell　the　scent　of　fabric　softener　and　shave　gel。　His　hair　was　still　damp　from　the　snow　outside。

She　turned　and　kissed　him；　enjoying　the　feel　of　his　stubbly　cheek　against　her　smooth　one。　Outside；　the　storm　was　still　raging；　but　in　the　attic；　next　to　Nate；　she　felt　cozy　and　warm　and　safe。

Nate　kissed　her　back　hungrily。　Her　tiny；　curvy　body　felt　so　good　in　his　arms。　He　edged　down　one　strap　of　her　lacy　camisole　and　kissed　her　milky　white　shoulder。　It　felt　so　nice；　so　familiar　to　be　with　Jenny；　even　though　the　last　time　they’d　hooked　up　was　three　years　ago。　But　that　was　the　thing　about　Jenny。　She　was　fortable；　soft；　sweet；　easy。

Watch　it—no　girl　likes　being　called　easy。　Especially　in　a　bed。

“Wait。”　Jenny　pushed　his　hand　away　and　held　it。　Her　hands　were　tiny；　like　little　kid　hands。　She　led　his　hand　to　rest　on　the　center　of　her　chest；　on　top　of　the　little　rosette　on　her　bra。　“I’m　a　virgin。”　Jenny　smiled　shyly。　“I　want　you　to　be　my　first。　I’m　just　letting　you　know　in　case…　you　know；”　she　finished。

“Oh；”　Nate　said。　It　made　him　feel　protective　of　her。　He　didn’t　want　to　hurt　her。　“Are　you　sure？”　he　asked；　intertwining　his　fingers　in　hers。　He　hadn’t　been　with　anyone　for　a　year。　At　Deep　Springs；　the　nearest　women　were　tens　of　miles　away；　and　until　recently；　they　were　even　further　from　his　mind。

“Yes；　I’m　sure。”　Jenny　smiled　at　him　softly；　invitingly。　She　eased　her　camisole　straps　all　the　way　down　her　shoulders。　“I　just　wanted　you　to　know。”

Nate　nodded　and　blew　the　candle　out。　Then　he　took　Jenny—sweet；　unplicated；　sexy　Jenny—in　his　strong；　capable　arms。

That’s　one　way　to　end　a　year。



hey　people！

when　the　lights　go　out

You　know　how　in　Jane　Austen　novels；　the　most　scandalous　things　always　happened　in　the　country；　never　in　town？　Well；　we　may　be　more　than　a　century　away　and　an　ocean　apart；　but　the　same　thing　happens　here。　Say　what　you　will　about　city　living；　but　something　about　the　one…with…the…elements；　outdoorsy　lifestyle　seems　to　bring　out　the　frisky　in　everyone。　Is　there　anything　more　romantic　than　cuddling　by　the　fireside　and　kisses　by　candlelight？

Statistics　say　the　average　woman　kisses　twenty…nine　men　before　she　gets　married。　But　my　friends　and　I　have　never　been　average；　and　we’re　a　loooong　way　from　getting　married。　Whether　you　keep　track　with　scratches　on　the　bedpost　or　notches　on　your　lipstick　case；　every　girl　has　her　list　of　conquests。　According　to　my　sources；　one　girl　is　about　to　begin　her　way…more…than…kissed　list　with　none　other　than　N。　Godspeed；　sweetie。　We　are　all　dying　little　deaths　back　in　town。

your　e…mail

q：　Dear　Gossip　Girl；

I’m　at　my　family’s　boring　vacation　house　in　Newport；　which　is　even　more　boring　than　usual　because　the　power　went　out。　I　was　stargazing　with　my　telescope　and　my　view　landed　on　this　couple　getting　totally　hot　and　heavy　in　the　attic　across　the　bay。　The　shadows　are　ridiculous。　Do　you　know　who　they　are？

—voyeur

a：　Dear　V；

If　it’s　the　couple　I’m　thinking　of；　they　already　have　a　history　of　overexposure　on　the　Internet。　I’ll　spare　them　any　more。　And；　by　the　way；　it’s　more　than　creepy　that　you’re　watching。

—GG

houseguest　hints

As　you’ve　learned　by　now；　home　for　the　holidays　may　be　a　catchy　phrase；　but　it’s　hardly　where　you　want　to　spend　your　entire　break。　You　should　always　have　an　emergency　crash　pad　lined　up；　devoid　of　annoying　relatives　or　whiny　younger　siblings。　What　to　do　when　the　Tribeca　Star；　W　Union　Square；　and　the　Hudson　are　all　full？　Here’s　the　need…to…know　for　holiday　house…crashing。

Give　freely。　They　thought　they　were　done　opening　their　presents；　so　please　your　hosts…to…be　by　bringing　a　bottle　of　wine　and　a　tray　of　Citarella　holiday　cookies。　You’re　practically　guaranteed　the　guest　bedroom。

Show　up　during　the　witching　hour。　You　know　that　time　around　four　o’clock　when　it’s　already　dark；　even　though　it　feels　like　you’ve　only　been　up　for　a　few　hours？　It’s　too　late　to　do　anything　productive；　but　too　early　to　go　out。　Show　up　when　boredom’s　at　its　peak；　and　your　hosts　will　be　thrilled　to　see　you。

Play　the　poor…me　card。　I　don’t　usually　advocate　whining；　but　desperate　times　call　for　desperate　measures。　If　you　truly　have　nowhere　to　go；　let　your　hosts　know　exactly　why。　Honesty　can　go　a　long　way　in　finding　you　a　place　to　stay。

Finally；　once　you’re　settled；　remember　the　three　rules　of　being　a　great　guest：　Don’t　hook　up　on　the　host’s　bed　unless　it’s　with　the　host；　don’t　puke　in　their　planters；　and；　whatever　you　do；　don’t　overstay　your　wele。

You　know　you　love　me；

gossip　girl

the　ghosts　of　christmas　past

Blair　woke　up　with　a　start　and　impatiently　pushed　Chuck’s　arm　off　her。　She　used　to　think　it　was　cute　that　he　threw　his　arms　over　her　in　his　sleep；　as　if　trapping　her　in　a　hug；　but　right　now　it　felt　suffocating。　The　bedside　lamp　was　on；　meaning　the　electricity　must　have　e　back　in　the　middle　of　the　night。　Outside；　the　snow　had　tapered　into　flurries。　That　meant　there　was　nothing　keeping　Serena　and　Nate　here　anymore。

She　rose　from　the　grand　four…poster　bed　and　threw　on　an　old　pair　of　Habitual　jeans　and　a　Cacharel　black　cardigan；　not　bothering　to　shower。　She　pulled　her　hair　back　in　a　ponytail　and　stomped　toward　the　door。　She　needed　coffee　and　carbs；　and　to　make　sure　nothing　looked　amiss　in　Nate’s　attic　bedroom。

“Morning；　gorgeous。”　Chuck　sat　up；　looking　sleepy　and　satisfied。　“Happy　New　Year’s　Eve　Day！”　He　climbed　out　of　bed；　wearing　Calvin　Klein　boxers　that　hung　low　on　his　hips。　“I　have　a　present　for　you；”　he　murmured；　rifling　through　his　Tumi　leather　suitcase。

“But　why？　Christmas　is　over；”　Blair　pointed　out。　Chuck　had　already　given　her　a　pair　of　sapphire　earrings；　and　they’d　made　plans　to　go　skiing　in　Switzerland　in　January。

“I　know；　but　I　wanted　to　give　you　something　else。　More　like　an　anniversary　present。　I　remember　how　sad　you　were　around　this　time　last　year。　This　year；　I　want　you　to　be　happy。”　Chuck　smiled；　and　Blair　couldn’t　help　but　soften。　“Here　you　go。”　He　handed　her　an　orange　box　with　an　Hermès　ribbon　around　it。

Blair　pulled　the　ribbon　open。　Inside　were　two　enamel　bangle　bracelets；　each　one　printed　with　hieroglyphic　designs。

“It’s　to　remind　you　of　our　first　real　date；”　Chuck　said　softly。　He’d　taken　her　to　London；　to　the　British　Museum；　where　they’d　wandered　through　the　Egyptian　Wing；　then　headed　out　to　a　cute　little　wine　bar；　where　they’d　talked　for　hours。　After　missing　the　last　bus　back　to　Oxford；　they’d　checked　into　a　Bloomsbury　boutique　hotel。　Chuck　had　given　her　the　bed；　insisting　it　was　better　if　he　slept　on　the　floor。

“Thanks。”　Blair　shoved　the　bracelets　onto　her　wrist　and　gave　Chuck　a　peck　on　the　cheek。　But　how　could　she　be　happy　this　New　Year’s　when　everyone　she’d　been　trying　to　get　away　from　had　decided　to　follow　her　here？　She　glanced　out　the　window；　where　snowflakes　were　picking　up　in　speed　and　intensity。　Fan…fucking…tastic。

“What’s　wrong？”　Chuck　gently　rested　his　hand　on　her　arm。

“Nothing！”　Blair　snapped。　“I　need　some　coffee。”

And　a　personality　makeover？

Serena　bed　her　long　blond　hair　back　and　pulled　on　a　black　Marc　Jacobs　sweater　that　had　been　Blair’s　in　high　school。　She　gently　closed　the　door　to　the　guest　room；　where　Dan　was　still　sleeping；　and　headed　toward　the　stairs。　She’d　tossed　and　turned　all　night；　sure　she　could　hear　giggles　ing　from　Nate’s　bedroom。

“Giles　and　I　slept　right　through　the　storm！　We　didn’t　realize　the　power　had　gone　out　until　we　woke　up　to　find　all　the　lights　in　the　house　on。　I　hope　you　slept　okay。　You　look　a　little　tired；　Bear。”　Serena　stiffened　when　she　heard　Harold　Waldorf’s　pleasant；　lawyerly　voice　drift　up　the　stairs。

“I　didn’t　sleep　very　well；”　Blair　grumbled。

“I　can　always　change　room　arrangements　when　your　friends　leave；　so　you　can　get　your　beauty　sleep；”　Harold　offered。

“They’re　n