Yup?like quasi…gay father; like quasi…gay son。
Dodging the summer tourist sidewalk traffic; Dan stubbed out his cigarette and stuffed his hands
deep into the pockets of his fraying brown cords。You can?t be gay。 The image of Bree naked and
glistening with sweat in that overheated yoga studio came to him; and suddenly he felt a little out
of breath。 A little dizzy。 What was this sensation? It felt familiar and alien all at once。 And he felt
something else too? a boner。 In full daylight; like a little kid。 Looking down at it; he couldn?t help
but smile。 It was the best boner he?d ever had! The thought of Bree; her bare skin damp with
sweat as she arched her back and planted her palms on the floor; was what sent his heart racing。
He lit another cigarette to celebrate the fact that he had biological evidence to prove that he; Dan
Humphrey; was most certainly not gay。 He had to keep himself from jumping in the air to click his
heels together。
Oh; andthat?s not gay at all。
the ghost of high school past
?Girls! There are girls here!? yelled a guy Serena didn?t recognize。 He lurched down the stone
steps from the foyer to the driveway; clutching one of her mother?s antique crystal champagne
flutes。 He raised the glass in salute as she stepped out of the Aston Martin; sloshing champagne all
over the stone steps。
?Dude; that?s my sister。? Erik van der Woodsen pushed the staggering guy out of his way and
raced toward Serena。 He wore a rumpled blue gingham oxford; top three buttons undone; and
khakis that had started to fray at the cuffs。 His pale blond hair was mussed and his huge blue eyes
were bloodshot; but he was as handsome as ever。 ?Howdy; sis。?
?Got the party started; I see。? Serena hugged her brother excitedly。 ?In case you forgot; my
birthday?s not till tomorrow。?
?You only turn eighteen once。? He threw his arms around her and lifted her off her feet
easily。 ?Happy almost birthday。?
?This is for me?? Serena asked; a smile spreading across her face。 Okay; so it wasn?texactly her
idea of a birthday party; but it was sweet that her brother had remembered。 Even if it was probably
just a convenient excuse for a blowout。
Probably?
Behind her; Blair and Nate shuffled out of the backseat。 Serena had volunteered to drive since
she knew how to get here the best; and Blair couldn?t drive stick; but did they really have to ride
in the backseat togetheragain? What was she; the chauffeur?
Kind of looks that way。
?What?s up; guys?? Erik greeted them。
?Hey。? Nate nodded at Erik。 ?Good call on the party。 I almost forgot that tomorrow?s your
birthday;? he said; turning to Serena。
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