Bestfriends Shouldn’t Know How You Taste

Chapter 44

I’ve been jumping rope for more than twenty

minutes. In between I took a couple of breaks. I

slump down on the mat exhausted beyond belief.

My muscles ache, screaming at me in hatred for

putting them through this torture. Maybe Blake

was right, I am out of shape.

My stomach is flat on the mat, the thin sweat on

my skin coating it without being able to penetrate.

My cheek pressed into the navy blue mat as I pant

for air. Blake slumps down beside me and pokes

my sides. I groan not being able to move.

“You’re not dying are you?” He joked but I can

hear the tinge of seriousness in his tone.

I glare at him, not liking that he was finding this

amusing. “I’m glad you find this amusing.” I said

sarcastically and turned my head away from him.

He laughs at my childishness. I’m staring at the

huge boxing ring in the middle of the room.

I remember seeing Blake fight for the first time

and instead of being frightened or disgusted I

found it enjoyable to watch. I’m staring at it in

longing, wondering when I’ll be able to actually

train inside. When I’ll be able to box.

My thoughts are cut off by the firm slap on my

a*s. Blake’s hand leaves a sting and I gasp,

turning to face him. “You’re not ready for that ring

yet bambina, you have a lot of work to do. ” He

smirks and stands up.

I narrowed my eyes and turn over until my back

was now pressed to the mat. “Did you seriously

have to slap my butt to tell me that?”

He smirks. “Then what would be the fun in that if I

hadn’t? I much rather slap your little taut a*s than

only speaking to get your attention.” He winks

then gets serious. “Now time for sit-ups.”

My eyes widen and I puffed out an exhausted

breath. “But I haven’t rested for five minutes yet.”

I moan in complaint.

Blake’s eyes darken as he stares me down. “Don’t

again unless

my mouth and fingers.”

stoops down beside me. It

stop the way my

to his words.

raises his brow.

and began doing sit-ups. By

I was done, I was spread out on the mat

The muscles

they were lit on fire. Hair that

the ponytail from jumping

sweaty forehead like

is beside me, holding a towel and a bottle

racing from doing

that I wasn’t accustomed

fire.”

means

towel on

and peel the towel away from

muscles groan in protest as I do so.

start to wipe the

“You know you’re

loved that. I didn’t want

like a fragile

me the bottle of

I? I need my girl to be

needed to be. I can’t

treat you like a piece of

brow.”A piece of

and start

in the desert for

mischievous grin forms at

of cake. I wouldn’t

if I’d eat you out like a piece of

every minute.”

choked on the water,

tap my back as

lungs. When I finally recovered

an accusing glare. “Do

a sexual

enjoy teasing you and letting

Too bad you didn’t

before.”

I supposed to

many girlfriends

defend.

weren’t my girlfriends,

around

you not know I was in love

you like you

except for you.

knew!” He grumbles.

scowled. “Yeah like sleeping around

You used

you could’ve simply told

was in love with you too back then

now! Treating me like your girlfriend

were with other girls didn’t really

you wanted me in that

I admit that I was going

I should’ve confessed my feelings

But it’s better late than

want you Ashley and I’m

letting you go.”

tone had now

voice is thick with

my lips.”I want

out on a date.”

fly out of his

start to choke on my saliva,

he’d just asked me out on a

so shocked?” He