because he was real, and royal, and more perfect than Nate could ever attempt to be.
Last night at the Yale Club bar, when she’d begun to slur her words from drinking too much Ketel One, he’d held her hand all the way back to their rooms, kissing it gently before he said good night. Blair had swooned so hard she almost puked. How could something so insanely sexy come so effortlessly to him? It had been all she could do to keep herself from sledgehammering the wall between them with her black salon-size Vidal Sassoon hair dryer and jumping his adorable bones.
The group of senior girls clustered in front of the school in their matching light blue seersucker uniforms, looking a little like the pigeons roosting in the eaves of the school roof as they stared incredulously at Blair and her hot British lord.
“What, did she, like, create him in a lab or something?” Laura Salmon demanded with a mixture of jealousy and awe.
She pulled her white eyelet blouse down tight across her chest in a lame attempt to show off her new red DKNY demicup bra.
“He’s completely perfect,” Isabel Coates breathed, yanking out some of the bobby pins holding down her grown-out brown bangs. “But I bet he, like, washes dishes at the Yale Club or something.”
“Actually, I think he’s her cousin—you know how she has that aunt in Scotland?” Rain improvised. “She’s just pretending he’s her hunky new boyfriend to make Nate jealous.”
“But Nate’s not even here,” Kati Farkas pouted, her shiny pink lower lip jutting out in a way that made her look even dumber than she actually was.
“No, but Serena is,” Isabel remarked insightfully.
The girls turned to stare at Serena, who had just stepped outside the blue doors. She adjusted the earphones on her pink iPod mini and blinked her gigantic lake-blue eyes, her long, pale blond hair gleaming in the bright, hot sun. She waved to the other girls and then started on her merry way, traipsing down the steps until she caught sight of Blair, hanging on the lapels of her royal British hunk.
Lord Marcus was about to hail them a cab down to the Oscar de la Renta boutique on Madison and Sixty-sixth Street, where he’d promised to help Blair sort out her graduation dress issues, when Blair suddenly grabbed his pink-and-white checked shirt, nearly ripping it off his body.
“Kiss me now,” she told him urgently. Of course it was sort of unexpected—they’d only just met yesterday—but didn’t that make it all the more romantic?
Or all the more bizarre.
“Because somebody’s looking or because you want me to?” Lord Marcus responded with an amused, irresistible smile that made it very clear he didn’t care either way.
“Both.” Blair closed her eyes in anticipation of the kiss. Of course she wasn’t in love, yet. It was the idea of Lord Marcus she loved. But their first kiss lasted longer than an on-screen kiss, tasted better than steak frites, and felt better than a day-dream—way better. It certainly wouldn’t take much for her to fall genuinely in love. She was definitely almost there.
A cab pulled to a stop beside them and, his lips still pressed against Blair’s, Lord Marcus raised his hand to flag it. But the cab was already occupied by a very tense Nate Archibald. Nate opened the cab door, and Lord Marcus and Blair stepped aside to allow Serena to breeze past them and into the backseat. She pulled the door closed, looking up at Blair and Lord Marcus through the window with her huge blue eyes. Blair stared back, her body pressed against Lord Marcus. Serena lifted her hand to wave at them, her perfect lips parting in a smile as the cab took off toward Fifth Avenue.
And even though Serena was already gone, Blair smiled back. Because for once in her life, she honestly didn’t give a damn where they were going.
Nothing Can Keep us Together
Gossip Girl 08 - Nothing Can Keep Us Together
guess who’s bonking in bergdorf’s?
Located at Fifth Avenue and
Last night at the Yale Club bar, when she’d begun to slur her words from drinking too much Ketel One, he’d held her hand all the way back to their rooms, kissing it gently before he said good night. Blair had swooned so hard she almost puked. How could something so insanely sexy come so effortlessly to him? It had been all she could do to keep herself from sledgehammering the wall between them with her black salon-size Vidal Sassoon hair dryer and jumping his adorable bones.
The group of senior girls clustered in front of the school in their matching light blue seersucker uniforms, looking a little like the pigeons roosting in the eaves of the school roof as they stared incredulously at Blair and her hot British lord.
“What, did she, like, create him in a lab or something?” Laura Salmon demanded with a mixture of jealousy and awe.
She pulled her white eyelet blouse down tight across her chest in a lame attempt to show off her new red DKNY demicup bra.
“He’s completely perfect,” Isabel Coates breathed, yanking out some of the bobby pins holding down her grown-out brown bangs. “But I bet he, like, washes dishes at the Yale Club or something.”
“Actually, I think he’s her cousin—you know how she has that aunt in Scotland?” Rain improvised. “She’s just pretending he’s her hunky new boyfriend to make Nate jealous.”
“But Nate’s not even here,” Kati Farkas pouted, her shiny pink lower lip jutting out in a way that made her look even dumber than she actually was.
“No, but Serena is,” Isabel remarked insightfully.
The girls turned to stare at Serena, who had just stepped outside the blue doors. She adjusted the earphones on her pink iPod mini and blinked her gigantic lake-blue eyes, her long, pale blond hair gleaming in the bright, hot sun. She waved to the other girls and then started on her merry way, traipsing down the steps until she caught sight of Blair, hanging on the lapels of her royal British hunk.
Lord Marcus was about to hail them a cab down to the Oscar de la Renta boutique on Madison and Sixty-sixth Street, where he’d promised to help Blair sort out her graduation dress issues, when Blair suddenly grabbed his pink-and-white checked shirt, nearly ripping it off his body.
“Kiss me now,” she told him urgently. Of course it was sort of unexpected—they’d only just met yesterday—but didn’t that make it all the more romantic?
Or all the more bizarre.
“Because somebody’s looking or because you want me to?” Lord Marcus responded with an amused, irresistible smile that made it very clear he didn’t care either way.
“Both.” Blair closed her eyes in anticipation of the kiss. Of course she wasn’t in love, yet. It was the idea of Lord Marcus she loved. But their first kiss lasted longer than an on-screen kiss, tasted better than steak frites, and felt better than a day-dream—way better. It certainly wouldn’t take much for her to fall genuinely in love. She was definitely almost there.
A cab pulled to a stop beside them and, his lips still pressed against Blair’s, Lord Marcus raised his hand to flag it. But the cab was already occupied by a very tense Nate Archibald. Nate opened the cab door, and Lord Marcus and Blair stepped aside to allow Serena to breeze past them and into the backseat. She pulled the door closed, looking up at Blair and Lord Marcus through the window with her huge blue eyes. Blair stared back, her body pressed against Lord Marcus. Serena lifted her hand to wave at them, her perfect lips parting in a smile as the cab took off toward Fifth Avenue.
And even though Serena was already gone, Blair smiled back. Because for once in her life, she honestly didn’t give a damn where they were going.
Nothing Can Keep us Together
Gossip Girl 08 - Nothing Can Keep Us Together
guess who’s bonking in bergdorf’s?
Located at Fifth Avenue and
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