Bestfriends Shouldn’t Know How You Taste

Bestfriends Shouldn’t Know How You Taste Chapter 16

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.

delicious  fluttering started in my abdomen at his voice. I  hated that he affected me this much and I hated  that I couldn’t

scoot in beside him. I place my bag  on the table before us. “Well there’s a first for  everything.” My attempt at humor seemed

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

 table, well more specifically the two animals layed

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

eyes lock into my own. I’m left panting for air  at the intensity it

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

widen in  horror as I snap my eyes to Mr Simon.

furrowed in  confusion before his lips thinned into an unpleasant  frown.The heads of the students turn to face me as  I’ve

suggest  you start dissecting.” He hisses

jokes in a  hushed tone then pokes my sides. Squirming at  the ticklish feeling I swat at his hand, giggling

affect him the way that it

 before me. I slip them on slower than necessary. I  felt the delicate latex

to make  conversation. This wasn’t exactly the question I  wanted to ask. I wanted to ask him if he had

I refrain, it will only make  things more awkward than it already was. He

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