Serenate + 1 …good morning.
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Serena is still conked out in their bed when Nate gets in from his run. True, she’s never been a morning person like him, but on a typical day, she would be showing signs of life right about now.Â
Nate toes off his shoes and clambers onto the bed, hovering over Serena where she lies on her side. He drops a kiss on her temple, then her cheek.Â
“Good morning,” he whispers.
Serena groans, lifting a hand as if to push him away. “Okay that was way too loud. You’re practically screaming.”Â
Nate bites back a laugh (because that would definitely be too loud). “How late were you guys out last night?”
“I don’t even know,” Serena whines, turning her face into the pillow.Â
He grins, running a hand through Serena’s hair. “B must have been in rare form, huh?”
“You have no idea,” Serena grumbles. She lifts her head slightly, only to drop back down. “Oh, pain.”Â
Nate rubs her back, trying to be soothing. “What can I do, babe?”
“Go back in time and tell Blair she already got her one bachelorette party.”
He swallows back another laugh. “What if instead I bring back coffee and breakfast burritos from that place down the street?”Â
Serena slowly rolls her head to look at him. “That’ll do.”Â
“I’m on it,” he promises with a smile, leaning down to kiss her lips.
“Mm-mm,” she clumsily intercepts him with her hand. “I have Long Island Iced Tea breath.”Â
“Shit. B really did go all out.”
Serena makes another inconsolable, hungover moan in answer.Â
Nate slips out of bed and onto his feet, then bends down, cupping Serena’s cheek in his hand to tilt her face up to his, because some things are worth it. “Be right back.”
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