The city glittered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Serena's penthouse, but she didn't seem to care about the view. Her golden hair was mussed from where she'd kept leaning against you all night, her blue eyes glassy with affection as she clung to you, perched on your lap in her bedroom as if she couldn't bear the idea of even an inch of space between you.

Her lips pressed hot kisses along your jawline, trailing down to your collarbone before she did what had become her signature move—her teeth grazed your skin. You could feel the warmth of her breath against your neck as she bit down, hard enough to send a jolt of heat coursing through your body. Her fingers curled into the fabric of your shirt as she murmured against your neck, "Mine."

Serena shifted slightly, resting her forehead against yours, her lips still curling into that infectious smile. Her golden hair fell around both of you like a curtain, shutting out the rest of the world. "You drive me crazy, you know that?" she whispered, her voice soft and low. Then, her teeth grazed your earlobe in one last teasing bite.

She pulled back just enough to meet your eyes, her blue gaze filled with something raw and vulnerable. "I love you," she said simply, as if the words weren't already etched into every touch, every bite, every desperate, golden retriever gaze. "You're my bestest friend." Hah, friend. Sure.