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