Bestfriends Shouldn’t Know How You Taste

Chapter 16

“You’re late.” Mr. Simon says in a blunt scowl. I  halt in the doorway, bracing my palm on the  wooden door frame. Heat started in my neck and  radiated upward into my cheeks.

I shifted on my feet in discomfort. My green eyes  dart to the circular clock on the far wall. He was  right, I was exactly five minutes late.

I move my eyes away from the clock to scan  around the cla*s. Everyone’s eyes were on me,  studying me, waiting for whatever excuse I would  give.

But I didn’t have any, somehow my brain seemed  to not function properly this early. Or it was  probably the alcohol that still lingered in my body.

“Sorry, it won’t happen again sir.” I said softly,  closing the wooden door behind me.

“Just get to your partner and start working.” He  huffs, leaning back on the leather seat.

I gulped and with a quick nod strutted to the back.  My head was lowered as I move around desks. I  could hear their whispering, their giggles of humor.

It made me feel like a tiny ant under a microscope.  I hated it.

 Blake’s voice has a teasing tone to it. A delicious  fluttering started in my abdomen at his

scoot in beside him. I place my bag  on the table before us.

to talk to him, to joke with  him. Kissing him last night shouldn’t have  happened. I should’ve never gone to

animals layed

“What exactly are we supposed to be  doing?” I asked nervously, finally gaining the  courage to stare at

air  at the intensity it

 felt so good on mine, lips I can’t ever forget.

He  cringes and slips on white gloves. My eyes widen in  horror as I snap my eyes to Mr Simon. He looked  half asleep with his feet

could stop it. It comes out loud and  accusing. Mr. Simon dark brows furrowed in  confusion before his lips thinned into an unpleasant  frown.The heads of the

do mine. If you want to be graded I’d suggest  you start dissecting.” He hisses and crosses his  ankles. “Now get to work all of you!” He shouts  angrily. Everyone turns away from me

 hushed tone then pokes my sides. Squirming at  the ticklish feeling I swat at his

have to be awkward after all.  Maybe it didn’t affect him the way that it had done  to me. Maybe Blake had

for the gloves that Blake kindly placed  before me. I slip them on slower than necessary. I  felt the delicate latex wrap around my finger

 wanted to ask. I wanted to ask him if he had

 far from the truth. But I refrain, it will only make  things more awkward than it already was. He tried  to hide it but I could sense the tension between