The guys. Houston, Texas. Des Moines, Idaho. Gossip Girl, a book by Cecile Van Zeegar about the fabulous and fabulously screwed up lives of Upper East...Side WASPy teenagers.I eventually fell asleep thinking about ice cubes.I woke up almost two days later.Danny was slouched into a chair in the corner, his head leaning back against the chair, his hair tousled. His clothes were rumpled, and he was breathing deeply like people do when they're get to sleep after being awake for too long.I knew. ‘And you’re still hurting. What can I do?’ ‘Nothing, pet. I’m fine,’ he said weakly. I studied him for a few minutes, trying to figure out what to say. ‘Nick,’ I said slowly. ‘We’re in this together. If this is going to work then you need to let yourself be vulnerable with me. I love you. I want to take care of you, too.’ I leaned away slightly, running my hands over his chest down his torso until they rested low on his hips. ‘And I miss you,’ I added pointedly. His jaw muscles worked furiously. His short, dark hair was damp and pressed against his head. He smiled, leaned forward and stroked Ellen’s cheek. Her heart leapt in her chest as he raised an eyebrow, as though asking permission, before he leaned forward and kissed, first her forehead, each cheek and then he moved towards her mouth. Ellen inhaled, wide-eyed as his lips got closer. As his soft warm lips pressed to hers, she gasped, feeling a jolt as the connection was made. She pouted and opened against his as he began to kiss. (Detailed found in my previous post) After years of knowing each other, I was learning a completely different side to her. Between fuck sessions, I learned it was her girlfriend's influence. Hillary admitted she thought about it often while we grew up, to the point she brought a brown dildo to fantasize about me fucking her. She did eventually grow out of it, her friendship to me being more important to her, but when she started dating Laura it became stronger. Laura was really attracted to me.