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.

can‘t remember. Was I turning into Blake? Should I

hair looked wet perhaps he had just showered. His blue eyes glistened with

straighten. As if drawn to a flame my eyes drop down to stare

where my shorts were supposed to cover showed off my

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 and he could regret anything in an instant. I didn‘t want

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

into the kitchen until he was in

at some point.” His bottom tip draws between

expecting these words to come out of his mouth. I

draw back like yesterday? This Blake was confusing. He shows that be‘s definitely attracted to me, I could tell by his dilated pupils but why did he

back in love with

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

Without a second thought my lips curl into a soft smile. Not only did his words set my heart on fire but

ages but the ringing of the doorbell has the words dying out. I looked at Blake

put on something more.” I

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

door.” I hiss