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.

He says staring

not very quiet when

stare at the counter. Hmmm didn‘t

I loved it judging that I married you.” He was trying to ease the awkward tension. Loved. I try not to read too much into

also, “Well you didn‘t love when I cried, said it hurt you. But you

before he turns away. “Sorry I didn‘t mean

“Did I make you happy?” He clears his throat and I spot a tinge of red crawl up to his cheeks and settle there. “Like were you happy to

of him.Slow Ashley, take

1 stated, honesty dripping from my

giving you a bad time from the moment

cracks a sinile ” You were right about me not liking when you cry. I can‘t explain it but I don‘t want

Ashley but I promise to try and regain my memories. I owe this

belly does a somersault. “You don‘t have to apologize to me Blake what happened to you wasn‘t your fault. Neither was me crying your fault. I‘ve been emotional for a few weeks now and what happened to you only made

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

in confusion. “Burgers for breakfast? Which

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

remember a diner at

games.” I sucked my lips between my teeth. It was like his brain created