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好贪心哦，两边沙发都想要

Serena purred happily, snuggling closer to Nate’s warm, naked body. Lying in his arms felt so incredibly right. When they’d lost their virginity to each other, more than two years ago, it had been amazing, their every curve a perfect fit. This time was no different—they’d sunk into the soft sheets and each other’s bodies like they had been made for one another. Serena couldn’t believe how comfortable she felt with Nate—how comfortable she’d always been with him. She never, ever wanted to get out of bed. Couldn’t they just stay wrapped in each other’s arms forever, ordering Chinese takeout every few hours and feeding each other greasy spareribs?
Nothing says romance like pork-fried rice!
She buried her nose in his ear and he pulled her close, wrapping the sheet around their naked, sweaty bodies. Serena reached up, twining her arms around Nate’s neck.
Serena满足的嘟囔着，紧紧地依偎着Nate温暖裸露的身体。躺在他的胳膊上感觉是这么的不可思议。当他们把自己的第一次交给对方的时候，也就是两年 多以前，他们身体的每一个曲线都难以置信地完美的结合在一起。这次也一如从前-他们任由自己陷在柔软的床垫里，各自的身体就像是为对方量身定做的一样。和 Nate在一起的舒适简直让Serena难以置信，和Nate在一起的时候一直都是这样的舒适，她永远永远都不想从床上起来，他们难道就不能永远像这样枕 着对方的胳膊拥抱在一起么，每隔几小时就叫一些中餐外卖，然后把那些有些油腻的排骨为给对方吃。
没有人说过，浪漫有时就像腊肉炒饭一样！
她把鼻子埋在他的耳边，他紧紧地把她搂在怀里，把被单拽好，遮盖住他们的裸露，完美的身体。

我也有一个小沙发~我也也爱原著，虐S最好！！
自以为很厚道的Alex留。。。

The minute his lips had touched hers and their clothes had fallen away, Serena knew she’d been right all along—she really loved him. She felt like she was going to burst with it, and had been holding the words in for so long that all she wanted to do now was repeat them over and over again.
“Serena?” Nate asked, rolling on his side and propping his head up on one hand.
“Yes, Natie?” She rolled him back over and placed her head on his chest, snuggling under his armpit. She loved the sound of her name when he said it.
“I have something to tell you.” He traced his fingertips along her bare shoulders. It felt electric.
Serena sat up, pulling the sheet with her to cover her smooth skin, her blond hair falling over her bare back. “What?” She whispered, trying to stay calm.
“I didn’t get my diploma,” he said quietly. He grabbed her kilted teddy bear from the corner of her all-white canopy bed and hugged it. “I’m not going to Yale next year—I’m going to have to stay here in New York and repeat senior year.” Serena opened her eyes wide with surprise. Not going to Yale? Did Blair know? She looked at her teddy, as if he might convey some answers, and pulled the covers up higher around her torso, shrugging off the thought of Blair, because with it would come guilt, masses and masses of guilt.
“I wish I could just take off.” Nate pulled a faded green T-shirt over his head, his voice muffled inside the soft cotton. “Just sail away and never come back.” His head popped through the cloth, and he pulled the material over his tanned chest.
He ran his hands through his hair and flopped back down next to her. Her eyes were so brilliantly, deeply blue that it was hard for him to imagine ever looking anywhere else. He looked at her tanned, lightly freckled face, and he knew that he’d never forget the way she looked right now—her cheeks flushed pink, her long body wrapped up in white sheets—as long as he lived.
If Blair finds out, that might not be for long.
“What are you going to do?” Serena asked, pushing her hair from her face.
“Stay here, I guess,” Nate answered dejectedly. “It’s not like I’ve got much of a choice.” Serena stroked his hand, wishing she could kiss him and make this all better. The late-afternoon sunlight filtered in through the open windows, and she looked out at the wide blue sky outside. She could hear the faint sounds of the city below, the buses rumbling by with the posters of her face on their sides. Suddenly her pulse began to race. “You know . . . I’m not so sure about going to Yale either,” she said quietly.
“What?” Nate demanded, his green eyes glittering. “Why?” “Well, I keep trying to picture it . . . but I just can’t.” She had been about to say, whenever Blair talks about it, but then she stopped herself. “And then at that press conference yesterday, the director announced that he’s filming the sequel to Breakfast at Fred’s in New York in a month and . . . I don’t know. I just . . . I think I need to stay here.” The minute the 

沙发！ 先顶再看

My poor S

有点想哭的冲动，但是一点都哭不出来。原著的魅力~~~

原著真的很有爱   为嘛电视剧这么虐我家的俩位

She picked up her cell and dialed a number she knew as well as her own.
“Hey stranger.” Nate picked up on the first ring, his slightly sleepy voice sending shivers up her spine. She pictured him still lazing in bed, no shirt on, just waking up from a dream—about her, of course.
“Hey yourself.” She grinned into the phone. “What are you up to right now?”
Twenty minutes later Nate bounded out onto the deck of the SoHo House pool, his brown leather flip-flops thwacking against the stone tiles, oblivious to the ogling female eyes that were fixed on his perfect body. In his green Billabong swim trunks and faded gray T-shirt, Nate was the only person on the entire roof deck not wearing white.
她抓起手机，拨通了那个再熟悉不过的号码。
“嘿，陌生人”Nate在铃声刚刚响起的时候就接通了，他慵懒迷糊的声音让她体内的一阵电流直通脊柱。她想象着他赖在床上的样子，光着身子，刚刚从梦中醒来 – 和她有关的梦，那是一定的。
“嘿，你也好，”她对着电话傻笑，“你等一下有什么计划？”
20分钟后，Nate出现在SoHo私人俱乐部泳池旁的甲板上，棕色皮革夹脚拖鞋拍打在石头地上，毫无疑问，在场所有的女士们都在色迷迷地盯着他完美的身体。绿色的泳裤，褪色的灰色T-Shirt， Nate是整个顶楼甲板上唯一没有裹着白色浴巾的人。

沙发

原著中的结局，N和S分别和谁了呀？