炽热小说网

Her　phone　buzzed。 WAITING　OUTSIDE。　YOU　HERE？—NATE Blair　blinked　at　the　message。　What　the　fuck？　Had　Serena　gotten　the　exact　same　message？　She　pulled　herself　out　of　the　hot　tub；　threw　on　her　dress；　even　though　it　was　silk　and　would　stain；　and　raced　out　of　the　party。 And　who　says　all　the　drama　happens　at　midnight？ Nate　glan...