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

very quiet

him an awkward smile and drop my eyes down to stare at the counter. Hmmm didn‘t realize that there

to me that I loved it judging that I married you.” He was trying

you didn‘t love when I cried, said it

pain reflected in his eyes before he turns away. “Sorry I didn‘t mean

his throat and I spot a tinge

heart pounds as I avoid running over to him and just kiss the living shit out of him.Slow Ashley, take things slow. I nodded and

1 stated, honesty dripping

from the moment I woke up from the conna

” You were right about me not liking when you cry.

but I promise to try and regain my memories.

fault. I‘ve been emotional for a few weeks now and what happened to you only

smile, 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 sides. I was grateful the counter was

me in confusion. “Burgers for breakfast? Which diner is that?” He

and yes we always loved to eat there in the morning. You don‘t remember it?” I asked a bit saddened. This was a huge part

always eating breakfast with my parents. I don‘t remember

my lips between my teeth. It was like his brain created an