was still too hot to eat。 ?But you do。?
Jenny loved the idea that she was using Nate; and the fact that hewanted her to use him gave her
even more of a thrill。 He stroked her curly brown hair and she tilted her chin up and gazed into his
stunning green eyes。 ?Remember when I fell so in love with you??
Nate smiled again and kissed her again。 He did that for a while; smiling and kissing; smiling and
kissing; like he was lapping up a delicious ice cream cone。
?You?ve got skin like ? like ?petals ;? Nate remarked as the E began to take effect。 He rubbed the
tip of his nose against her temple。 ?Grr。?
Jenny giggled。 It felt pletely amazing to be this close and fortable with Nate again。 He
was absurdly handsome; and being kissed by him felt really; really;really good。 But Nate was
beginning to trip; and she didn?t want to lose her virginity to a boy who thought he was a
Labrador puppy。 She wouldn?t。
Well; at least she has that much integrity。
Still; this was her last crazy night out before she flew to Prague for the summer。 She wasn?t quite
ready for it to end。
Nate rubbed his chin against her carefully plucked dark brown eyebrows; and she lifted her chin
to catch him in another long; hungry kiss。 Her brother was always moaning about how much his
life sucked。 But she couldn?t have disagreed more。 It wasn?t like she?d planned for life to be this
thrilling。 It just was; it really was。
Nothing like a little mystery
?Marcus; darling?? Blair called tentatively through the molded white wooden door to Marcus?s
suite。 She?d never actually called him ?darling? out loud before; but it was being her favorite
endearment。 ?Are you in there??
She considered stripping down to only her Bvlgari pearls right there in the hallway; but the Yale
Club was booked solid; and what if some bow…tie…wearing Yale professor saw her naked tonight
and then she wound up having him in Intro to Law or another one of her freshman classes next
year?
Well; it would certainly make the class more interesting。
?Marcus?? Blair pressed her ear against the door; listening for him。 Nothing。 She tried the knob。
The door was unlocked。 She pushed it open a few inches and stuck her head inside。 ?Marcus??
Still nothing。 She pushed the door open all the way。
The drawers of the suite?s antique oak armoire had been pulled open and a damp towel lay
strewn on the bed。 The air was heavy with steam and the scent of Marcus?s Carolina Herrera for
Men cologne。 The closet door stood open。 The cedar suit hangers were all bare。 Marcus was gone。
Whoops。
Blair sat down heavily on the bed; feeling very much like the jilted but beautiful heroine in one
of the epic films in her head that she?d temporarily stopped watching。 She?d forgone her