Nate was drunk, very drunk. Whiskey sour number six was only half gone on the coffee table in front of him and he found himself mesmerized by the ice melting in his glass. It made him think of life how things seemed so solid but then they started to change and liquefy.
That's fuckin' deep. He thought lying back on the couch. Fucking ice cubes are deep, like the ocean they come from. Wow I was drinking the ocean. He smiled at the idea of drinking the ocean. It made him think of the beach; which made him think of Serena in her blue bikini laughing as he splashed her.
A smile spread slowly across his face the memory. That had been his favorite summer. It had been spent in The Hamptons with Serena, Chuck, and Blair. Puberty had struck and he'd noticed the way Serena's legs were long and toned now. Her boobs, her…
Then there she was in his doorway. Her long hair still in a messy updo. She was wearing the dress Nate had helped Carter pick out this afternoon. It was pink and clung to her curves perfectly. The white gold heart pendent at her neck was another one of his choices. She was beautiful.
"How'd you get in here?" He asked her sitting up straight to take her in. He drank her in like the first day of sun after three days of rain. Her long, toned legs to her slim waist and her ample breasts. She was smiling softly and her eyes were dancing. He admired her golden hair pinned up but still messy. She was just so Serena, looking like she just woke up looking that gorgeous.
"Key under the mat very original." She teased softly moving to join him on the couch. "I hadn't seen your new apartment yet. It's nice." She looked a little nervous, playing with her hands and looking around.
"Welcome to my palace." He told her leaning closer and breathing her in. She smelled like champagne and strawberries. "Where's Carter?" He sat up and slid closer to her making his head spin. He didn't know if it was the alcohol or her.
"He's determined to make his father trust him so he's off on some errand for him." She replied. "We were supposed to go to dinner and then go dancing but he had to bail." She looked dejected.
"His loss, my gain." Nate said smiling at her. He laughed because he sounded like Chuck all of sudden. Voice low and suave. She laughed with him her whole face lighting up and her eyes sparkling.
"Why are you sitting all alone? What happened to Bree?" She asked.
Nate shrugged. "You know, the same old story." She nodded understanding. Nate Archibald's romances never lasted.
"I missed you this summer." She said. "I wish we would have ran into each other in Europe." He didn't hear a word she said he was too busy watching her lips. They looked so soft and kissable.
"Hmm…Oh yeah Europe. Hey I saw those tabloid pictures; someone had a good time." He smiled at her teasing. She blushed a little a looked away.
"Yeah you know those people they're ruthless." She was avoiding his eyes and looked upset.
"Hey, Serena." He took her hand gently and she turned back to him. His hand went to her hair and he softly pulled it out of its updo. It fell down around her shoulders like a golden waterfall. "You're so beautiful." He whispered leaning closer to her.
"Nate." She said a little breathless. "What are you…" That was as far as she got before he was kissing her. He smashed his mouth against hers. She tasted like heaven. His hands were in her hair pulling her close, he wanted to devour her.
In his mind images of her legs wrapped around his waist in an abandoned bar flashed by. His hands moved down to her thighs and sliding upwards and taking her dress with them. She moaned softly against his mouth her hands under his t-shirt tracing his stomach muscles.
As fast as it began she was standing a look of shock on her face. "I have to go." She said quickly grabbing her purse and moving for the door.
"Serena!" He called after her. "Wait, I'm sorry." But she was already gone. He fell back against the cushions. Shit.
The next morning he woke up with a raging headache. He started to mix the Chuck Bass Special, the hangover cure all. His phone was beeping uncontrollably and he went to check it. Four new messages.
From: Carter. Dinner Thursday at the Club. Your grandfather will be there. I've smoothed the way.
From: Chuck. Way to go man! Just don't fuck with her she is my sister.
Nate rolled his eyes. Obviously Serena had gone to Blair who apparently couldn't keep her big mouth shut.
From: Serena. Last night was weird. Maybe we shouldn't see each other for awhile. I'm with Carter, we're happy.
From: Carter. Serena's acting distant should I give her space or get her to talk to me.
Nate took a sip of the disgusting concoction. He decided to answer Chuck first.
To: Chuck. I was drunk it was a mistake.
To: Serena. I'm sorry I know you're with Carter and you're happy. I'm sorry.
To: Carter. Give her space.
It was true it had been a mistake. Kissing her had been a mistake. He was just drunk and lonely. He was over her, completely over her. He had just been reminiscing about old memories and gotten caught up in the moment. That was it a momentary lapse.
His phone beeped again and he looked down.
From Chuck: You're an idiot.