Bestfriends Shouldn’t Know How You Taste

Ashley‘s pov

It was not easy. No it definitely wasn‘t.

1 stared nervously at Blake who sat across the counter. He wore a grey hoodie and grey sweats as he sat on a stool. He had his elbows on the counter while pressing his hands to his face,

He had just woken up, told me morning and had sat there for more than a minute exactly like this. Maybe he was waiting for me to make breakfast. I cleared my throat. It was time to put my plans into action.

“You‘re hungry right?” I asked and cleared my throat again when I thought I sounded a bit too high pitched. I was terrified of being rejected.

He moves his hands away from his face and stared at me like I was an alien. “Well judging by how it‘s morning and I haven‘t eaten since yesterday afternoon then yes I am hungry.” He states.

I cringe inwardly. I had not made dinner for him lastnight, or myself. Crap this was not how I win over his heart again. He must be angry at me for leaving him hungry. 1

“Sorry I didn‘t make dinner lastnight, I was–”

“Crying?” He cuts me off with a raised brow.

His blue eyes travel from my eyes down to my lips then back to my eyes again. Something flickers again behind the blank look in his eyes but yet again I am too slow to read it. 1

My cheeks heated up with an embarrassing blush. “How did you?” I drew out. I lift to tuck my messy hair behind my ear.

heard you.” He says staring at

quiet when

and drop my eyes down to stare at the counter. Hmmm

don‘t be embarrassed. Seems to me that I loved it judging that I married you.” He was trying to ease the awkward tension. Loved.

a tiny smile also, “Well you didn‘t love when I cried,

looks away from me. I see the pain reflected in his eyes before he turns away. “Sorry I didn‘t mean to say that. It‘s a bad habit for us to

of curiosity. “Did I make you happy?” He clears his throat and I spot a tinge of red crawl

out of him.Slow Ashley, take things slow. I nodded and smiled happily.

1 stated, honesty dripping from my

you a bad time from the moment I woke up

sorry that I made you cry.” He apologizes then cracks a sinile ” You were right about me not liking when you cry.

I promise to try and

was me crying your fault. I‘ve been emotional for a few weeks now and

eyes. I cleared my throat. “So how about breakfast? I know a great diner we loved to go to when we were teenagers. They make the best burgers. Maybe it could bring back some memories?” I asked, crossing my fingers by my sides. I was grateful the counter was

his brows as he stares at me in confusion. “Burgers for breakfast? Which diner is that?” He

eat there in the morning. You don‘t remember it?” I

“No, I remember always eating breakfast with my parents. I don‘t remember a diner at

I sucked my lips between my teeth. It was like his brain created an entire different life for