Bestfriends Shouldn’t Know How You Taste

Even though we sent letters, it still was not enough. I wanted to touch him, hug tien, tell him how much I love him and see his eyes lighten with love.

1 sighed typing away on the computer before me. I had been working non stop. It is the only thing that helped me keep my mind off of my husband that was currently serving, our country

I was blessed to be able to work at home, because surely the sweats and socks were not appropriate for a workplace. The phone rings and I quickly reach beside me to pick it up, not caring to look at the caller.

“There‘s an author by the name Demiah13. She just started writing her first werewolf novel and I think you should sign her. She shows potential.” My boss murmurs into my ear as soon as I pick up the phone. 5

I sighed, getting off the bed. “With all due respect sir but I think you should inform this to another editor. I am booked as it is. I have not even finished editing the book you have signed me to.” I mumbled raking a hand through my tresses.

I tugged the shirt away from my body, suddenly feeling hot. I hear the unmistakable huff from Mr. Smith before he grumbles in agreement.

“Alright I will give this to another editor. Make sure to have the book ready by next week.” He says before cutting the call off.

I pull the phone away, glaring at the screen. “Asshole.” I murmur throwing my phone back on the bed. I was not even half way to finishing the book as yet.

My eyes stray away from the phone to look at the picture frame on the dresser. I blinked feeling my emotions go haywire as I stride over to it. It‘s a picture of Blake and I on our wedding day.

His lips are pressed to my cheek as I smile happily at the camera. My stomach squeezes. I could only hope that wherever he was, he was safe. I picked up the picture frame brushing my finger over the glass that protected it.

out of my own skin when my phone blares again. I swiftly place the picture frame down on the dresser and stride over

that I did not recognize the number. I chewed my lip and flicked my thumb over the

“Hello?” I asked cautiously.

Reed? Wife of Blake Reed?” An unfamiliar voice questions on the other

back of my mind told

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had been shot and is now in critical condition. The dortors are doing

felt cold as I ran towards the hospital, bag, at my sides. I had just got off

flying for hours or that my face resembles a clown All

enter inside. I had informed Blake‘s parents about what happened and they were on their way. Hopefully they‘ll be here soon, I don‘t

I mumble as I brushed past a woman not so gently. She just smiled in understanding before going

me. I sniffle striding over to the front desk quickly. The

you tell me which room

brown eyes widen as if just noticing me. She nods typing on the computer.“He is currently still in the operating room but you

hours and they‘re still operating on him? My vision blurs, I

then looks at me in pity. “I will let you know when he is out.” She smiles

Ashley Reed, I‘m his wife.” I whispered in a broken voice then I turned around and headed to the waiting room. I hated hospitals, they always reminded me of

couldn‘t catch a break,