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

quiet when

to stare at the counter. Hmmm didn‘t realize that there was a

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

giggling slightly. It made him crack a tiny smile also, “Well you didn‘t love when I cried, said it hurt you. But you did love my

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 out. My throat felt

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

kiss the living shit out of him.Slow Ashley, take things slow. I nodded and smiled happily. “I do, I‘m always happy

1 stated, honesty

the counter top, “i’m sorry that I can‘t remember you or that I have been giving you a bad time from the moment I woke up from the

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

to try and

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

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

as he stares at me in confusion. “Burgers for breakfast? Which diner is

always loved to eat there in the morning. You don‘t remember it?” I asked

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

lips between my teeth. It was like his brain created