Bestfriends Shouldn’t Know How You Taste

Ashley’s pov

I decided to drop Blake home before going to Rosalie’s apartment. Lord only knows how long I’d be there. I didn’t want him to have to wait for me for long.

I was happy he understood but I could tell by the look in his eyes, he was equally as disappointed as me that our kiss was interrupted. I smiled, lifting a finger to touch my bottom lip. It still tingled from his kisses and I could still feel his fingers on my body. Oddly I could still feel the heat of his touch and the way he tasted. It was like he branded me without knowing

“Ashley, get your ass up here now!”

Startled, I flinch bakwards until I bonked my head on the seat. Looking out of the window I’m surprised to see Rosalie head peeking out of the window of her apartment.

Her now short hair messily falls over her face as she glares down at me across the street where my car was parked. “Hurry up!” She shouts and disappears back into her room. Shaking my head slightly at her dramatic actions I got out of the car, slamming the door shut. “She better have been in need of help and not being dramatic.” I grumble under my breath as I cross the quiet and empty street.

I felt my shirt clinging to me like a second skin because of the sweat that currently drenched me from head to toe. I barely did anything in that gym other than knock down a kid.

Okay that sounds really bad by saying it like that. So let me rephrase it.

I knocked down a teen boy with a boastful mouth in less than a minute and I was sweating buckets like I had been at it for hours.

How was Blake not grossed out by my sweat?

I greeted a middle aged woman who had been walking down the

afternoon now.” She

Honestly I was happy Rosalie‘s room wasn‘t far up. Room four, room six, room eight. I

the door She opens the

Rosalie, you disturbed me from something, important

a pang I wanted that. I sighed. I guess

I didn’t notice your car parked outside?” I question as I sat down beside her

already so protective and you

I’m honestly afraid of the day when I’m going to be in labor. Or when the baby is actually here. God only knows what he’d do.” I

no promises.” She mumbles.

shit and you both are having the time of y’all lives.” Rosalie

That was her normal sleeping attire. Dropping my eyes to her feet I laugh inwardly. Of course leave it to Rosalie to earn a pair of bunny slippers. 1 Leaning towards Kimberly, I whispered

just mentioned that she needed my help and I should come alone as soon as possible.” Kimberly replies softly while

and places her hands on her waist. “Guys you do

away from Kimberly and smiled sheepishly at Rosalie. “So why have you summoned

forth. I turn to