There isn't a word that fits the description of the look in Blair's eyes when she kissed Dan
Humphrey under the yellow light. He could invent one. He'd have to, to simply tell the tale.
The kiss is quick and hard and agonizingly fleeting. She slaps him when she's done, for good measure.
"Nothing between us," she whispers and her voice is shaking and her lips are trembling. There's red color flushed in her cheeks, rapture and something else in her eyes. She doesn't look right at him. "See?"
And he understands. He tastes her on his tongue and feels the imprint of her hands on his shoulders, the half-moon marks of her nails on his flesh.
"Of course not."
He walks home and touches his bottom lip with one hand and doesn't smile once. If lips could kill.