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第8部分（第3页）

She　scribbled　a　hasty　note　to　Aaron？Went　to　get　laundry？even　though　she？d　already　picked　up

her　laundry　at　the　Wash　？n？　Fold　that　morning　before　school。　Then　she　threw　open　the　front　door

and　dashed　upstairs。

Dan　was　lying　on　his　back　on　the　futon　underneath　the　water　tower；　wearing　only　his　black

cotton　boxer　briefs；　leafing　through　a　glossy…pink…covered　collection　of　Pablo　Neruda　love　poems。

Beside　him　on　a　tinfoil　tray　were　four　bluepoint　oysters　from　Zabar？s　and　an　open　bottle　of　red

Merlot　with　two　Styrofoam　cups。　When　he　saw　Vanessa；　he　immediately　sat　up　and　began　to　read

aloud。

Don？t　go　far　off；　not　even　for　a　day；　because？

Because？I　don？t　know　how　to　say　it：　a　day　is　long。

？Do　you　think　maybe　you　could　call　first　before　you　e　over？？　Vanessa　demanded；　pretending

to　be　furious；　because　she　knew　it　turned　Dan　on　to　see　her　mad。　？Aaron？s　ing　over；　like；　right

now。？

？That？s　from　a　poem　called　？I　Crave　Your　Mouth；　Your　Voice；　Your　Hair；？？　Dan　explained；

gazing　at　her　sweetly。　He　poured　a　little　wine　into　a　cup　and　held　it　out。　？Want　some？？

Vanessa　rolled　her　eyes　and　went　over　to　the　futon。　？I　think　I　know　what　you　crave。？　She　sat

down　and　took　off　her　shirt；　the　adrenaline　pumping　even　harder　now。　？Hurry　up；？　she

ordered。　？Aaron？s　bringing　my　dinner　and　then　I　have　studying　to　do。？

Neighbors　in　the　surrounding　apartments　adjusted　their　telescopes。　They？d　moved　to　the　area

because　the　rent　was　cheap。　Who　knew　there　was　also　going　to　be　built…in；　live　entertainment？！

The　bossier　and　pissier　Vanessa　was；　the　more　hot　and　bothered　Dan　grew；　and　the　more　he　loved

her。　His　hands　shook　and　sweat　formed　on　his　freshly　shaved　upper　lip。　He　was　entirely　at　her

mercy。

Down　on　Broadway；　Aaron　ignored　the　group　of　bystanders　on　the　other　side　of　the　street；　all

staring　up　at　the　roof　of　Vanessa？s　building。　He　was　carrying　two　orders　of　hot　and　spicy　pad　Thai

in　a　paper　bag　under　his　arm；　he　had　to　pee；　the　freaking　L　train　was　insanely　crowded；　and　he　was

sweating　his　ass　off。　All　he　wanted　was　to　get　inside　and　take　a　nice　cool　shower。　Preferably　with

Vanessa。

He　found　her　note　and　scribbled　over　it；I？m　in　the　tub。　Then　he　left　the　front　door　standing　open

to　make　it　easier　for　her　to　bring　her　basket　of　clean　laundry　inside　and　turned　on　the　stereo；

blasting　that　Raves　song　Dan　Humphrey　had　recorded　with　them？the　only　one　that　was　any　good。

？Crack　me　like　an　egg！？Aaron　sang　along　in　the　shower。

Three　floors　up；　Dan　was　already　ramming　his　feet　back　into　his　socks。　The　music　was　faint　but

unmistakable。

？Do　you　think　he　saw　us？？　A　little　thrill　ran　through　Vanessa？s　body　at　the　thought。　God；　was　she

perverse！

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