第1部分(第6/7 頁)

ect　Carlsons；　she　felt　it　was　her　duty　as　a　girlfriend　to　go。

“I　was　just　dreaming　about　you。　Us。　I’m　just　so　happy。”　Blair　sighed　contentedly　as　she　gazed　into　the　blaze　roaring　in　the　quaint　brick　fireplace　across　the　room。　Outside；　a　thin　blanket　of　snow　covered　the　ground。

“Me　too。”　Pete　ruffled　her　hair　and　pulled　her　face　into　his　for　a　kiss。

“You　taste　nice；”　Blair　breathed；　letting　her　body　relax　into　Pete’s　muscular　arms。　She　shrugged　off　her　black　Loro　Piana　cashmere　cardigan　so　she　was　wearing　only　her　peach　Cosabella　tank　top。

It　was　funny　how　things　worked　out。　When　she　arrived　at　Yale　four　months　ago；　Blair　discovered　that　her　incessantly　perky　roommate；　Alana　Hoffman；　sang　a　cappella。　All　the　time。　Blair　would　wake　up　to　Alana　singing　“Son　of　a　Preacher　Man”　to　her　collection　of　Gund　teddy　bears。　Avoiding　her　room；　Blair　spent　a　lot　of　time　in　the　library；　where　Pete　was　writing　a　paper　for　his　magical　realism　class。　Blair　hadn’t　been　able　to　so　much　as　look　at　a　guy　ever　since　Nate　Archibald；　her　high　school　boyfriend　and　the　supposed　love　of　her　life；　chose　not　to　e　to　Yale　with　her；　leaving　her　high　and　dry　at　Grand　Central　Station　to　head　to　college　alone。　But　that　day；　spotting　Pete’s　adorably　rugged　stubble；　the　half…smile　he　always　wore；　and　the　intense　concentration　in　his　dark　blue　eyes　as　he　bent　over　his　worn　paperback　book；　Blair　felt　for　the　first　time　that　there　could　be　life　after　Nate。　She　and　Pete　had　exchanged　flirty　glances；　and　finally　he　invited　her　for　coffee。

They’d　been　inseparable　ever　since。　In　fact；　since　Thanks…giving；　Blair　had　been　practically　living　with　Pete—and　his　five　gin…swilling；　athletic　roommates—in　a　fortably　shabby　Chapel　Street　town　house。　At　first；　Blair　had　been　nervous　about　l