Bestfriends Shouldn’t Know How You Taste

Ashley‘s pov

I groaned, dropping my head on the cold marble counter with my hands plastered onto it. i was halfway on the hard thing yet in my mind it was the softest pillow. I had been up all night editing a manuscript and I was not even halfway done.

Not only was I tired but my mind just couldn‘t focus on my task. I was distracted. My eyes would drift towards my closed door every minute. He was just there and all I had to do was walk over to my door, open it and knock on his.

But me being me, I just threw the covers over my body and snuggled more into my soft comfortable bed as my tired and slightly burning eyes stared at the tiny words on the computer.

However I found myself reading the same line over and over until my eyes dropped down at the bottom right corner of my computer and read the time. It had been three a.m and yet I had not done half of my work

Muttering a silent curse I had decided to put my entire focus on Blake, I mean my work. So with that newfound attitude I did just that only to fall asleep not even five minutes later.

I had woken up with sunlight filtering through my opened window and the sound of birds chirping. The sound was annoying especially since I woke up rather cranky. Not only that but somehow during my sleep my hands had accidentally deleted an entire file I hopefully had saved. I had cursed myself again, moaning about why I couldn‘t just have called

it a night and closed my computer. No I had stupidly left it on and open.

So with tired legs I walked out of my room and made my way to the kitchen. I had every intention of cooking breakfast but the marble countertop really looked like a pillow.

“Looks like someone had a bad night.” A voice behind me startled me and I swiftly turned around, squinting. My eyes felt heavy, irritated and honestly I felt like I had stared at the sun for hours.

into Blake? Should I go to the

eyes glistened with amusement as

my eyes drop down to stare at my half clothed body. I had

shorts were supposed to

running to the other side of the counter, away from his gaze. It felt like he was undressing me and as much as it thrilled me, I knew that Blake‘s emotions were unpredictable

palm on the countertop and stared at him embarrassed. “Well that‘s embarrassing, sorry you had to see me

into the kitchen until he was in front of me,

some point.” His bottom tip draws between his teeth and he bites

of his mouth. I smiled uncomfortably.

by his dilated pupils but why did he feel so uncomfortable talking about us with his mother yesterday? Perhaps

like he had two different personalities and I didn‘t know which one would fall back in love with

me. “Did I upset you somehow? I‘m sorry if I was a bit blunt. It‘s just, I don‘t know, somehow this

my lips curl into a soft smile. Not only did his words set my heart on fire but they seriously woke me up completely, like

with me for ages but the ringing of the doorbell has the words dying out. I looked at Blake and then

please? I‘ll just rush in my room quickly to put on something more.” I looked down at my panty. “Decent.” I murmur and peer

blue eyes twinkle in mirth and he nods. The doorbell rings again and I swiftly run towards the stairs, taking two at a time. When I was

door.” I hiss