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

very quiet when you

smile and drop my eyes down to stare at the counter. Hmmm didn‘t realize that there was a tiny

judging that I married you.” He was trying to ease the awkward tension. Loved. I try not to read

a smile, giggling slightly. It made him crack a tiny smile also, “Well you didn‘t love when I

eyes before he turns away. “Sorry I didn‘t mean to say that. It‘s

back to face me, eyes now full of curiosity. “Did I make you happy?” He clears his throat and I

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

1 stated, honesty dripping from

or that I have been giving you a bad time from the moment I woke up from the conna Ii‘s just that, I don‘t larow who I am

then cracks a sinile ” You were right about me not liking when you cry.

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

fault. I‘ve been emotional for a few weeks now and what happened to you only made me finally crack. So you could say it was a disaster waiting to

a small 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

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

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

breakfast with my parents. I don‘t remember

Ryan, remember? And you hated video games.” I sucked my lips between my teeth. It was like