Chuck Bass had kissed a lot of girls in his life, but even he would be hard pressed to think of a time when a kiss was so electric as this one. It was as if sparks were shooting down his spine, his nerves prickling with the utmost sensitivity as Blair's lips moved against his. Chuck didn't know if it was their brush with death or the endorphins already pumping through his system, but whatever the reason, Chuck wanted more of this. He shivered at the taste of Blair's tongue, and when her arm snaked around his neck, he leaned in closer, looping his arm around her waist. She felt so goddamn good. He was just drawing back to kiss her again when Blair came to her senses and pushed him away.
Suddenly he was catapulted back into reality, and his dazed and lustful expression was replaced with a shock of fear. "Shit," he breathed. He sat there silently for a few seconds as Blair scuttled away from him, watching her as she moved to the sink. I can't believe I just did that, he thought. He might have been a playboy and a bastard, but Chuck really, genuinely did have an honor code. He really did respect and appreciate the importance of loyalty.
"Blair--" he pulled himself to his feet, moving in a surprisingly awkward fashion, given how smooth he usually was, particularly in matters of romance. "I'm sorry." The apology was genuine, which made it even rarer and more precious. Chuck wasn't used to apologizing to anyone but his father, at least, not out loud. But here he was, awkwardly looking at Blair Waldorf of all people and asking her forgiveness. "I'm sorry." And he was doing it twice.