He breathes her in, savoring this moment, when she is his, and his alone. He's not Chuck, and she's not Blair, they're just two people who need each other more than anything, seeking solace in each others arms. As her lips brush his skin, her long dark hair tickling his chest, he wonders lazily how she ever got so damn good at this.
He wonders if she could ever learn to love him, or if he'd always be Chuck to her, never seeing past her idea of what she thinks he is. He's the guy who ruins lives and reputations for a laugh, the guy who will say anything to get you into bed, the guy who doesn't call the next day. And he wants to be a better person, to be someone worthy of her, to be someone she could be proud to be with. To be someone worthy of her love and respect. She makes him want to be a better man, and he loves the possibilities of what they could be.