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

grasp the phone and noticed that I did not recognize the number. I chewed my lip

“Hello?” I asked cautiously.

Reed?” An unfamiliar voice questions on the other

the back of my mind told me

the photo ass waited for the man took op de

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

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

or that my face resembles a clown All I cared about was

happened and they were on their way. Hopefully they‘ll be here soon, I don‘t think I can be

not so gently. She just smiled in understanding

striding over to the front desk quickly. The blonde woman typing on the computer clicks her tongue

which room

just noticing me. She nods typing on the computer.“He is currently still in the operating room but you can wait for him in the waiting area.” She

operating on him? My vision

in pity. “I will let you know when he is out.” She smiles sadly. “Your name please

broken voice then I turned around and headed to the waiting room. I hated hospitals, they always reminded me of what had happened to Blake and I years

a break,