Itch to scratch

I loved writing this (loooong, sorry not sorry, it didn’t make sense to split it in two) chapter, so I really hope you’ll enjoy it.

an Endless THANK YOUUUU to my wonderful Beta Dewale https://www.fiverr.com/s/Ayel8zR Dewale for his help and support <3
 

Warning: things may get very hot

III: Is there any clause against…

Two days had passed since their debate outside the school.

Two days of Nate who kept pestering him, waiting for some juicy scoops.

Two days of Rufus trying to guess what had brought his son back to smile.

Two days getting ready to have a wild night with Blair Waldorf.

Two days since she seemed to have disappeared from his radar.

It was time to make her come back in his orbit, also taking advantage of the fact he was alone in his house, with no one checking on his mood.

‘Hi. D’ Dan tested the waters with a quick text message.

‘Hi. B’ 

- Well, at least she seems pretty responsive. - Mused Dan, before going further with his testing.

‘Did you forget our… agreement? D’

‘Absolutely not. As a matter of fact, I was just busy finding the perfect location… but also hoping you could come to your senses in the meantime. B’

‘I was Leonardo Da Vinci. You were my Monnalisa. But for some reason, I portrayed you utterly naked. This last dream should prove to you how much I’m coming to my senses. D’

Forty seconds later Dan’s mobile was ringing and he picked the call up immediately.

“Yeah, Blair?”

“I guess this last admission from you deserved a direct answer from me…”

“A direct answer or a direct insult?” Dan grumbled, dreading the worst.

“Grow your hair long, along with some beard and I guess you’ll get close to resembling him.” She made him chuckle.

“But you would be perfect as Monnalisa the way you are.” He murmured.

“So, can you also draw, Humphrey?”

“Drawing is not my forte… but, wait a minute. Is this your way to say: “Yes, portray me naked!”?"

The level of their flirting had become shameless.

“I’ve never said such a thing, Dan!” Blair rushed to point out, before realizing something.

-Geez! You did it again, Blair, and this time right in front of him!-

Dan spent some puzzled seconds before speaking again.

“Huh. Don’t call me Dan, please. It’s weird, it makes everything so intimate…” He groaned.

“Intimate, you say? Well, let me remind you that we’re about to have sex; you, ninny!” She struck back.

He chuckled again, right before his flirting mode scored more points.

“Am I wrong or you called me ninny in a rather sexy way?”

“Behold the sexy way I’m going to end this conversation!” She snapped, before hanging up.

Dan stared amused at his mobile for a while, before getting another text message.

‘About that thing we have to do… Do you have any plans for tonight? B’

Dan had to read that message again at least three times, before texting his answer.

‘Wait. Tonight as... today after sunset? D’

‘What other kind of ‘tonight’ do you know, Humphrey? B’

‘Let’s say that the ones that lead to you get me kinda nervous, Waldorf. D’

Blair’s man-eater ego was throwing a party inside her mind, before she decided to tease him a bit more.

‘Fine, I’ll send you the location later. If it helps you to relax I suggest you take a nap with this little hint: first you chose the wrong Leonardo; if you wanted to portray a naked lady… what about ‘Titanic’? B’

For some reason, all of the sudden Dan wanted to take a nap.

- Great, now I'll be haunted either by that scene or the one inside the car. Wait a minute, am I really complaining?-

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Blair had kept her word and sent the location a couple of hours later.

A couple of hours that had made Dan even more eager to spend the night with her.

It was time to get ready for his date… or whatever it was.

He left the house in his every-day clothes, not to get Rufus and Jenny too suspicious.

Dan had thought about everything and all he had to do was send a message to Nate.

‘Are you home, can I stop by your place? D’

The answer arrived instantly.

‘Yep, mate, I’m getting ready to see Vanessa. I’ll wait for you here. P.s. There’s also Chuck, but he’s busy in his room, if you know what I mean! N.’

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Spotted: Lonely Boy entering the Empire Hotel. Did he lose his way to the good, old Brooklyn or is he up for something unexpected?

“So what is better? Fastened jacket or undone?” Dan asked Nate, as he stared at his image in the mirror: an unusually very elegant one.

“This doesn't even look like you, mate!” Nate stated, stunned.

“I know, I know, it must be combed hair with gel!” Dan chuckled nervously.

Chuck Bass needed a drink, that’s why he left his room and crossed the corridor, in his dark red velvet robe with black satin edges.

“Nate,” He nodded, in greeting, then frowned and narrowed his eyes. “Humphrey… is that you? What are you doing inside an Armani? Did I end up in a sort of parallel universe when I left my room?”

“Well, Chuck has some points,” Nate frowned as well. “I mean, Dan, your fan already drools over you, why do you need to impress her so much?”

“What? Someone is drooling over you, Humphrey?!” Chuck chuckled. “This feels more and more like a parallel universe.”

Dan scoffed.

“Oh yeah, Nate sure, just because this girl already proves to fancy me, I should take her for granted. Tsk, tsk, you should learn something more about women. Always make them feel special, no matter what.”

The reason why Dan had managed to dodge that question with so much self-confident nonchalance was because he had spent the previous days picturing every possible scenario and this was one of the pictured ones.

“You lecturing Nate on women? It’s such a topsy-turvy world.” Chuck rolled his eyes, as he poured some Bourbon in a glass.

Out of the blue, a girl peeped out from the corridor.
She was stunning, tall, long flaming red hair, emerald green eyes.
Probably a model or an actress.
Barely eighteen.

And she was wearing only one of Chucks’ shirts.

“Chuuuuck, are you coming?” She meowed.

“Go back in my room, I’ll reach you in a minute.” Chuck instructed her.

“Well, parallel universe or not, it seems I still have my savoir faire.” He smirked, as he made the glass swirl in his hand. “Now, if you excuse me, I’m rather busy with Rose, or Violet, or Daysy, or Azalea or whatever floreal name that chick has.”

Dan glared at him.

“Are you saying you don’t even recall her name?”

“How about that to make a girl feel really special, Humphrey?” He sneered, before leaving.

“It’s awful.” Dan muttered under his breath.

- I hope he treated Blair a lot better than this. I know I will, for sure. -

“If possible, I’m more thrilled than you!” Nate cheered as Dan wore his coat. “Now go scratch your itch and meet me at school tomorrow, at least a quarter of an hour before the lesson. I want to know e-v-e-r-y-t-h-i-n-g.”

Dan nodded and left the suite.
If only he hadn’t already had certainty about it, he would have wondered if Nate was Gossip Girl.

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‘Carlyle Luxury Suite. 26th floor. We’ll have Sushi for dinner. 8:00 p.m.. I’ll wait for you there. B’ 

Dan re-read the message Blair had sent earlier that afternoon, as he got off the cab.

He took a very needed deep breath and entered the Hotel.

Blair had already instructed the reception, so Dan had a second key card.

Once he left the elevator he opened the door and walked across the soft, carpeted corridor that led to the living room.

There was a large window, offering a breathtaking view of Manhattan, a desk, a big screen TV, several sofas with a table in the middle, and twin floor lamps at each side.

Sitting on the middle of the larger sofa there was Blair.

“Eight o’ clock sharp. This is remarkable, Humphrey.”

“I’m very professional when I make a commitment, Waldorf.”

“Speaking of ‘professional’…” She got up to take something in her bag.

It was a piece of paper.

“It’s… it’s not what I think it is… is it?” Dan wondered, nervous.

“Let’s just say that it helps to have a stepfather who is a lawyer… and that we need some precautions.”

“Well, I always use condoms…” Dan babbled, embarrassed.

“And I take the pill, but that’s not the point, you, ninny!” Blair rolled her eyes, right before exposing the sheet to him.

“Okay, right before I check it, please tell me: is there any clause against paying compliments?” Dan interrupted  her.

“Huh? Nope, paying compliments is allowed…”

“Good. Because you look absolutely stunning!”

He couldn’t help keep staring at her, in that short black lace dress, with boat neckline, see-through on the shoulders and the arms.

And on her loose hair there was a black headband with a ribbon.

“Thanks, Humphrey and you’re not so bad yourself. I see some progress with the hair.” She shrugged, as he opened his coat.

“So, is the imaginary you needed to work on satisfied now?” He smirked, revealing an anthracite three-piece Armani suit, with white shirt and a black tie.

“A lot. Even beyond my most demanding expectations.” She stared at him, dumbfounded. “Just how…”

“I wrote a couple of articles for an important newspaper as a ghost-writer and they really pay good money.” He beamed, as they both went to sit on the sofa.

“And you used that money to buy this astonishing outfit for me…” She mumbled, impressed.

“Well, now don’t flatter yourself. This purchase is also a good investment. I’ll need it for many job interviews.” He scoffed. “By the way, is there a clause against the possibility that you tear it off?”

Blair just giggled.

“I’m afraid I didn’t put any clause like this, but, don’t worry, I’ll keep it in mind. Your clothes are safe.” She reassured him. “Now, if you would just bother to read the contract, instead of inventing questions about it…”

“Okay, let’s see. No pet names, I agree, I cringe just at the thought; no dirty talk, don’t worry, I’m not that kind of guy.”

“Good to know. Go on reading, clause number 3, it’s one of the most important ones.” She urged him.

“Confidentiality. Don’t worry, I mean, why should I ever tell someone about this?”
 

-Oh well, sure, there’s Nate, but you’ll be a total different person in my report to him, so it doesn’t count!-
 

“I mean, I have a reputation to protect!” He added, before getting Blair’s elbow in his stomach. “Ouch!”

“There’s no need to be so brutally true, Humphrey.” She scoffed. “And here they come, the two most important clauses.”

“What is going to happen tonight is meant to happen just and only once. It’s unrepeatable. I agree… And here is the last one: no kisses on the mouth; wait, WHAT?!” 

“Weren’t you the one blathering about not making this too intimate?”

“Oh, c’mon, Blair, not even a kiss? That’s one of the things I do the best!” Dan protested.

“Yeah, sure, everyone says that! I bet you don’t…”

Blair couldn’t talk anymore.
For the very simple reason that Dan had pulled her to him for a kiss.
A kiss that didn’t even try to be innocent or awkward.
Dan Humphrey always kissed as someone who clearly knows what he wants and he wanted Blair Waldorf.

One hand had grabbed her hair, behind the nape, the other caressed her face with reverence.

And what about Blair?

She hadn’t even tried to back off, she even pushed herself closer to him, both her hands had sunk in his crispy gelled hair, as their tongues were fighting for dominance.

He parted from her when she least expected that.

“That was a sample, proving my thesis.” Dan explained, pretending detachment.

He had already figured out how much Blair had enjoyed that.
Not to mention how much he did.
That’s why he was really having fun playing hard to get.

“But if you insist on keeping this clause, I’ll get over it.”

Her only answer, Blair pulled him to her by his tie, kissing him eagerly, nibbling his lower lip, lightly scratching his neck.
Before Dan could figure out what it would be his next move, or hers, she had already parted from him.

“I just needed another sample to establish that… yeah, this clause is not that important, we can remove it.” She played cool.

“Wise decision.” Dan nodded, still feeling a bit dizzy. “The pulling tie thing… I liked it a lot.” He added, deciding it was time to take off his jacket.

She smirked, before handing him the contract that already displayed her signature.

“Do I have to sign it with my blood?” He made her laugh.

“Tempting, but nope, a black Montblanc will just do.” She replied, taking the pen from her bag. “And you can keep it.”

“A souvenir from this night. Nice.” He smiled, signing the contract.

“So, now that we’re done with the formalities, do you want to eat?”

“I guess Sushi can wait.” Dan made an attempt to kiss her again, but Blair  dodged him.

“Then I guess we should move to the bedroom.” She led the way.

It was a very large bedroom, with a king size bed, other three windows, another big TV, one big closet and another comfortable chair.

They both sat on the bed, taking off their shoes.

“I guess this can also help.” Blair mumbled, taking off his vest, as he nodded. “Now what?”

Dan gently laid her down on the bed, straddling her.

“I guess we could start with kissing…” He murmured, as he was already doing that.

“Nice.” She approved against his lips, as she pulled him by the tie once more, before loosening it and unbuttoning his shirt.

As the kiss grew hotter and more demanding, Dan reached for Blair’s legs, first caressing the ankle, then going up to her shins and finally grabbing her inner thighs, behind her knees.

“You have a way, Humphrey!” She admitted, enjoying the anticipation of what still had to come.

“It’s just like in my dreams. No, wait, it’s even better.” Dan murmured. “However, in my dreams angry sex worked better.”

Just the time to say it and Blair abruptly switched roles, pushing him hard.
The only reason why he didn’t hit his head was for the myriad of soft pillows.

“Why didn’t you say it before, Humphrey?” She reacted, yanking the shirt off him. “We hate each other so much, it’s going to be epic!”

“Yeah right!” Dan grumbled, flipping the positions again. “How did you dare invade my mind day after day, becoming my constant thought?” He kissed her neck savagely, making her moan.

That right before she pushed him away, dominating him once more.

“And how did you dare become an option I would have never taken into consideration before?” She pinched his nipples.

Dan hissed in pain, but surprisingly he liked that. A lot.

“How did you dare make me smile? How did you dare cheer me up? How did you dare make my days better?” She went on, leaving a hickey on his left shoulder as she scratched his chest.

Dan rolled on the bed with her, ending on top.

“And how did you dare make me feel happy and proud because I did all these things to you?” He yanked the headband off her hair, pulling it in the process; and she yelped a bit, before they kissed each other even more famished.

“It’s time to take off your dress, Waldorf!” He grinned, as she made the task easier for him, raising her arms.

“Only because it’s time to take off your pants, Humphrey.” She dealt with his belt, but he wasn’t collaborating.

He was too enraptured staring at her.

“Oh! You happen to like my… shell.” She smirked.

She wore a black and red damask corset, with six hangers on the front.

“Oh, God. Blair, you’re so… I’m lost for words.” He babbled, as he helped her get rid of his pants.

His hands almost trembled as he was busy undoing the first two hangers, enough to free her perfect, perky boobs.

He kissed them, he gently groped them, toyed with them a little, teased her turgid nipples with his tongue and his fingers and Blair enjoyed his lustful delicateness.

Dan was about to undo even the other hangers, but she blocked his hand in hers.

“No, please, it’s enough like this.”

He was a bit puzzled by her shy statement, but totally lost his lucidity when she started caressing his cock, still trapped in his black boxers.

“Someone down there seems very happy to see me!” Blair giggled, kissing him once more as she straddled him, which increased the effect she had over him; especially when she pulled his boxers down.

His cock stood fully erected in front of her.

“Well, well, there’s a reason why your sister is called ‘Little’ and not you!” She winked at him, pure lust in her eyes.

“We’re really about to do it, aren’t we?” Dan stared at her, eager to find out what it would feel to be inside her.

“That's the whole point of this night, Humphrey.” She shrugged. “We are going all the way!”

Before she could take initiative, Dan pushed her down on the bed, crawling over her.

His hand found her black brazilian lace briefs and yanked it down.

Blair gasped.

“What are you doi.. ooohh!” She shivered under Dan’s ministrations, as one of his fingers worked his magic on her, followed by a second one.

“I’m just getting sure you’re ready for me.” He smirked.

Dan seemed to perfectly know how to touch her, where, and how long; which brought Blair to have more than one orgasm.

“I’m ready, I ‘m readyyyy,” she screamed. “I want you, Dan… sorry, I meant Humphrey…”

“Hush. Dan. It’s okay, actually I like it.” He smiled, kissing her, right before stopping his sweet torture.

She was more than ready for him and she proved that to him, pushing him down on the bed.
She straddled him, ready to take him inside her.
Slowly, gradually and with a naturalness that amazed them both.

They adjusted to each other’s rhythm as if it was the easiest thing ever, without ever breaking eye contact.

“I’m coming, Dan, I’m coming!” She warned him and she wasn’t faking at all.

Hearing his name on her lips in such a erotic moment was the most powerful trigger for Dan, who followed her in the bliss, a few minutes later.

“So.. this is what we were doing on the fake carriage in your pervy mind?” Blair asked, amused.

“More or less. But reality has been so much more fun!” Dan chuckled, as he was still recovering.

Then, he copped her knees, parting her still with-no-panties legs.

“Dan! What are you going to do?” She arched her back to look at him.

“You know, there’s something Serena never wanted me to do, because she said it felt awkward… Let’s see if you think the same.”

Saying that, his head disappeared between Blair’s thighs.
She was sure his fingers were skillful; but she hadn't tested his tongue yet.
Dan sent her over the moon.

“Oh, god! Serena is soooo damn clueless!” She screamed, very, very pleased.

Still naked, Dan headed towards the bathroom and once he was done, Blair searched for her panties and followed his example.

When she was back he was wearing only his boxers and was waiting for her, on the bed.

She reached him, crouching down, as he hugged from behind, like a big spoon.

There was no need to fill the silence with words and that tender moment between them was so much more intimate than all the sex they had.
But when Dan’s hand lowered, caressing Blair’s belly, still trapped in the corset, she had to use some words.

“No, Dan, please.” She gently removed his hand.

“Why?” He frowned.

“I even ate some cakes a few days ago.” She muttered, embarrassed.

“Don’t see it like cake. You ate happiness. And since when does happiness cause people any damage? The only side effect I encounter is that you’ve never looked more beautiful than this, Blair.” He whispered in her ear.

Her eyes were teary as she smiled, lifting up to hug him.

Dan smiled back, pulling her even closer, his hand back on her belly.

“And I'll tell you more. The thought of you eating and staying healthy is even sexier than your corset.” He made her smile even further.

This time not only did she let him caress her belly, but her hand wrapped his nape, to kiss him, sweetly.

“By the way, what about having dinner?” Dan suggested.

“And eating other happiness?” She chuckled, making him smile. “Great idea. I’m starving.” She grinned.

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“Oh, c’mon, I know you must have it here.” Blair insisted, as she stole a nigiri from Dan’s tray.
 

“You’re wrong. I left it at home.” Dan replied, as he struggled to pick an uramaki without destroying it.

“And I have the feeling you're a liar, Humphrey!”

She got up, pretending she wanted to put her empty tray on the table, instead she headed to the closet where they had put their coats.

Dan figured out too late what she was doing and rushed toward her.

“Blair, no, stop it!”

“Inside-pocket of the coat? You’re way too predictable, Humphrey!” She sneered, holding the scratchpad in her hand.

“Don’t you dare to read it!” Dan tried to snatch it from her hand, uselessly.

“Too late!” She struck back, sitting on one of the comfortable chairs.

He gave up and let her read.

“Dan. They’re so good.” Blair commented, astonished.

“What? The dreams or the poetries?” 

“Wait. Are there even poetries?” She wondered, very thrilled.

Dan was straddling her the second after.

“Damn my mouth! Gimme, gimme it back.” He tried to make her stop, but she had already browsed some pages back.

“Oh, my god. They’re even more beautiful than the dreams.” She stated, so impressed that she had to kiss him.

He parted from her, getting up from the chair.

“But, Blair... we are already done with… Well, you know.”

She got up as well and narrowed her eyes at him.

“So, is there any clause against the fact that it can happen more than once within the same night?”

“Don’t ask me about the clauses, you created the contract!” He snapped.
 

“Damn right. And that’s why I can give you the answer: nope. We can have this for the whole night.” She paused, nibbling her lower lip, nervous. “If it’s what you want, that’s it.”
 

Dan pulled her close to him so impetuously she almost fell, but he was there, ready to catch her in time and bent on her for a long, passionate kiss.

“Is it clear enough as an answer?” He smiled at her. “So, when you said you liked the poetries, before, were you serious?”

“I didn’t like them. I loved them.” She beamed.

“Didn’t they make you feel like an ice cream?”

“Well, I love ice cream.” She shrugged. “Plus, do you think you’re the only one who can do it?”

“Do what?”

“Well, we’ll need an ice cream parlor to prove my point.”

Dan scoffed.

“What?! Where the hell can you find an open ice cream parlour in full winter?”

She drew out her mobile.

“You still don’t know me, Humphrey. I’m Blair -always-get-what-I-want- Waldorf.”

And saying that, she went into the other room, to make her call.

“Van Leeuwen Ice Cream.  It’s about twenty minutes of walking from here.They’ll have all I requested in two hours.” Blair recapped, coming back to him.

She sat on the big sofa with Dan.

“So, what can we do for the next two hours?” She wondered, turning the TV on and searching for the pay per view.

Dan took the remote from her hand and raised his eyebrow.

“What about trying to find out if we work only with angry sex?”

“That’s definitely better than pay per view!” She grinned.

“On one condition.” Dan established.

“Such as?” Blair wondered, startling when she figured out what Dan was doing.

Getting rid of the hangers of her corset; one by one.

“I want to see your whole body. Admire it. And worship it.”

This time it was Blair lost for words.

And it’s known, silence gives consent.
 

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For the record, they found out that even sweet, patient, slow sex worked perfectly between them.

As they took the walk towards the icecream they kept rather silent, maybe because each of them was haunted by the same thought that hung over their heads like a sword of Damocles.

- It’s just for tonight.-

When they reached the Van Leeuwen Ice Cream everything was displayed, just as Blair had requested.

“So, go on, pick the Blair ice cream.” She urged Dan and he did.
 

Hazelnut. Dark chocolate. Raspberry.
A combo he hadn't had a chance to try yet.

He licked his cone.

“How is it?” She inquired.
 

“It’s incredible.” He hummed in delight.
 

“Do you want to know what the Dan ice cream tastes like?”

Dan nodded.

She chose the bowl - more elegant - and picked the flavours.
 

“Arabica 100% coffee. Overwhelming. Can keep you awake all night long.” She winked sexily at him. “We share dark chocolate for many reasons, not only the eyes,” She went on, asking for the second flavour.

“Of course, dark chocolate is the best. So tempting, so yummy.” Dan murmured.
 

“So addictive…” Blair added.

“So what’s the last flavour?”
 

“Pistachio. I mean, you look at it at first, and it seems so insignificant, but somehow it has some allure, you taste it and you call yourself a stupid for not realizing before how good it tastes.” She replied, waiting for her bowl to be done.

“Are we still talking about ice cream?” Dan moved closer to her.
 

“We are only talking about ice cream!” She backed off.

They sat at a table, enjoying their ice creams in that ice parlor opened just and only for them.

Those days, that bantering, those text messages, the phone calls and especially that night had brought Dan to something that he hadn’t seen coming, but that he had figured out.
 

Finally he found the bravery to ask that question that was gnawing at him.

“Is there any clause against that this night could never end?”

Blair frowned.

“What do you mean, Humphrey?”

“I’m afraid this whole thing is a lot more complicated than an itch to scratch.” Dan scratched his nape, nervous.

Blair put both her elbows on the table and leant closer to him.

“How… how complicated is it?”

“Let’s see how good you can be at this game, Blair: ‘Pride and Prejudice’, again. The beginning of chapter 60. The very first words Darcy says.”

Blair flinched.
But in a very good way.

“It's when Darcy reveals to Lizzy how he fell in love with her!”

- Oh, Blair, we should soooooo do that erotica chapters-quote-in-bed challenge!- Dan got lost in his lustful fantasies for some seconds.

“Yeah, it’s exactly that.” He smiled at her.

“It’s not that I don’t recall the whole quote, of course, but… I would like to hear those words from you.” 

Dan took both her hands in his, staring deep into her eyes the whole time.

“I cannot fix on the hour, or the spot, or the look, or the words, which laid the foundation. It is too long ago. I was in the middle before I knew I had begun.”

She beamed, but then grew sad and let his hands go.

“What?” He frowned.

“Oh, Dan, I wish it could be so simple!”

“Why can’t it be? Is.. is it for Chuck?”

She scoffed.

“I guess that Chuck will manage to forget me with his hundreds one-night-stand girls, but… Serena…”

Dan chuckled.

“Serena? The same Serena who came back from Spain and babbled something about not being entirely sure if she got married to a random guy?”

“She what?!”

“You heard me.”

“Oh. I guess that this should make you less ‘the only true love of her life’.” 

“And definitely a loss she can deal with.” He reiterated the concept.

“Definitely.” She agreed.

“So… What do you think?” Dan asked her with a crooked smile.

Blair pulled him by the tie for the umpteenth kiss of that night.

And then she took her bag, only to draw something out of it.

“I think that it’s not that we have laminated it, right? So I guess we are still in time to do this.” She decided, tearing the contract in tiny pieces she left on the table, ready to leave with Dan.

“Farewell, stupid contract!” Dan cheered.

- No, Dan, there’s no need for you to gather all those pieces and frame them on the wall of your bedroom as a sign of victory. You already won. - He told himself.

“And I also think that I booked the suite for all night and it would be extremely lame not to take advantage of that large walk-in shower and that comfy, deep tub!”
 

They would have a long night to enjoy.
The first of many ones. Together.

And the day after, the Upper East Side and nearby would wake up reading something very interesting.

Spotted: B and Lonely boy leaving an ice cream parlour together, in the dead of night.

Did they lose a bet and eating ice cream at this time of the year is a sort of forfeit?
Or maybe did the Queen of Ice need some refueling?

Or did Lonely boy find a way to melt it?

Or for some unexpected reason did they both need to cool off?
Can you all feel this wind of change?

Now maybe you can get why I love the Upper East side so much.

It never fails to amaze me.

XOXO

Gossip Girl

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THE END