Bestfriends Shouldn’t Know How You Taste

Chapter 39

“Turn to page 52-” The teacher’s voice is drowned  out as I worry about Arden.

Was he okay? Did they call mom and dad?  Questions upon questions keep floating in my mind  making me all the more anxious.

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“Hey you okay?” Blake’s hot breath hits the side of  my neck bringing me out of my thoughts. The  double school desk and chair made it possible to  be this close to him.

So close that I could feel the heat radiating off of  him. It made me want to snuggle closer to him.We  were seated at the far back away from prying  eyes. No one paid attention to us since they were  busy reading whatever Miss Livia requested.

“I’m just worried about Arden.” I mumble turning  to face him. Our lips are so close that if I move a  bit we’d basically be kissing. It’s tempting but  surely not appropriate or a good idea since we  were currently in cla*s.

His blue eyes flicker down to my parted lips. I was  sure he was thinking the same thing. “Stop  worrying before you get wrinkles on that beautiful  face of yours. ” He smiles and rubs his thumb over  the skin of my forehead. “Besides, Arden can  handle himself pretty well.”

I smile and nodded. He was right, Arden can  handle himself, always have. Hopefully his  punishment would not be extreme. Because surely  he’d not get off the hook when he goes home.

enough to

head. “No  miss.” I answered her pending question. Her lips  thin into a frown as she glares at

do what I requested and stop talking!” She

neck and settle  on my

get to work!” She roars and goes  back to

page did she mention again?” I asked

 attention. “Page 52. We’re supposed to read the

52. I had just finished  reading the first paragraph when a warm big hand

as his thumb rubs innocent circles on the  soft skin of my thigh. The dress I wore makes it  really easy for him to do whatever he

opening  of my dress. I sucked in a sharp breath and  squeezed my legs together. A futile way to stop

turn to face him. He has a  mischievous crooked grin etched on his face. A  pencil between his teeth as he pretends to be focus  on the

quietly. I really didn’t want  anyone

and heaved  a sigh of relief to find her too focused on the task  of grading the papers to notice what was going on  in her cla*s. Blake’s head turns to

stifle the moan that  nearly pa*ses through my lips when his fingers  finally touch

he wanted to do to me. I

panties. I  was already so wet for him and I