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.

Blake? Should I go to the hospital and see

looked wet perhaps he had just showered. His blue eyes glistened with amusement as they scan over my

As if drawn to a flame my eyes drop down to stare at my half clothed body. I had removed my soft cotton shorts

to cover showed off

as it thrilled me, I knew that Blake‘s emotions were unpredictable and he could regret anything in an instant. I didn‘t want to get hurt

stared at him embarrassed. “Well that‘s embarrassing, sorry you had to see me like this.” I

the kitchen until he was in front of

at some point.” His bottom tip draws

words to come out of

confusing. He shows that be‘s definitely attracted to me, I could tell by his dilated pupils but why did he feel

would fall back in love with me. He notices my expression and he lets

sorry if I was a bit blunt. It‘s just, I don‘t know,

him. Without a second thought my lips curl into a soft smile. Not only did his words set my heart on fire but they seriously woke me up completely,

of the doorbell has the words dying

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

rings again and I swiftly run towards the stairs, taking two at a time. When I was halfway I stopped and turned to face Blake. My face heats up when I notice his eyes on my

door.”