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

not very quiet

send him an awkward smile and drop my eyes down to stare at the

that I married you.” He was trying to ease the

made him crack a tiny smile also, “Well you didn‘t love when I cried, said it hurt you. But you did love my laughs, told me it turned you

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 tease each other.” I rushed

clears his throat and I spot a tinge of red crawl up to his cheeks and settle there. “Like were you

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

changed.” 1 stated, honesty

moment I woke up from the

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

try and regain my memories.

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

one that didn‘t reach his 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

between his brows as he stares at me in confusion.

eat there in the morning. You don‘t remember it?” I asked a bit saddened. This was a

always eating breakfast with my parents. I don‘t remember a diner at all. Austin would always come over at my place to play video

It was like his