Bestfriends Shouldn’t Know How You Taste

Blake‘s pov

What was wrong with her? I’ve been asking myself this for hours. What could I have possibly done wrong to have her treat me so coldly? Did I kiss her too soon? Did she think I had kissed her because I only wanted to fuck her?

I groan and turned on my back and stared at the ceiling. The dinner was horrible. Not her cooking skills, no, she really could open her own damn restaurant.

It was horrible because no matter how many times I wanted to converse with her, she’d give me curt replies, turn her eyes away and stab at her food like she was in her own little world.

I will admit, I felt like shit. Like I had done something wrong. I did ask her if I did, but she only answered with a vague no and in her words, ‘you could never do anything wrong, I’m fine, just tired.’

Was this how it felt to have a wife and not know what you did wrong when they were mad?

Wife. Referring to her as my wife felt so strange yet so right at the same time. It was weird waking up from a coma only to know that you’re married to one of the most beautiful women on earth. I sighed remembering the day I woke up from the coma.

She looked so lost that day, so tired and sad. And I treated her like shit. Why? Because at that moment she was a stranger to me and the strong attraction and pull i felt towards her scared me completely.

My first thought when I saw her face was, why the hell would I feel such a way for a stranger? Why can she pull me in by just one look? And what really broke me was the moment I heard her crying. It fucking broke me because I did this to her, I made her cry. I sighed shifting around on the bed. It was so late and I couldn’t sleep. I felt like a weight was pushing on my chest by the very thought of Ley mad at me. I grunted slamming my fisted hands on the bed. “I wish I knew what you were thinking in that pretty little head of yours.” I murmur. My head snap to the door, wishing she’d walk through at this very second. I snorted amused at my own thoughts. Why would she even come to you? I draw my eyes to the clock on the nightstand. It was already twelve forty. Late, yet I can’t seem to sleep. I groaned, turning on my belly, pressed my cheeks to the mattress and clenched my eyes shut.

I open my eyes, grunting when I felt the soreness in my body. I clench something tight in my hands. My eyes draw to my hands and I‘m startled to see how my fingers clutched a AR–15 rifle firmly as if it was my life force.

I draw my eyes to my attire.It wasn‘t normal clothes, no. Was I wearing military clothes?

“Get down, Get down!” A very loud booming male voice yells. Gunshots, loud and peircing rang through the air. I lift my eyes, narrowing them when a strong breeze flew dirt particules in the air. It looked like I was in the desert.

bodies. Dead bodies of soldiers. Their blood

Was this a dream? It did not feel like

so close to my foot. My ears were ringing from the loud

liquid. Drawing it back and looking at it,

oddly I knew his name. How had I not noticed him beside me

to get moving.” I groan, looking around. It was strange how I spoke to him already

by a tactical vehicle. But from the smell of gas and the increasing gunshots raging through it, it wouldn’t take long until

were seeking cover while shooting back at those who wanted

made it difficult to breathe. I pointed at the boulder. “We’ll make a run for it, I

can‘t leave this post, I lost my helmet when the vehicle flipped.” Saeed pant beside me. I turn to him and indeed he did not have a helmet to protect

my own and handed it to him. He

his arms.

other soldiers were hiding. One in particular turns towards us

nodded, “It’s now or never man.

a small picture and I smiled. It was a picture of Ley. She looked like

She was my angel

I’ll come back to you.”

to Saeed.

his eyes spoke fear. I sighed, clenching my eyes shut and pressed my back on the vehicle. I listened

other soldiers and we had reached a safe distance when the tactical vehicle exploded. The explosion still had us dropping to the ground. I looked behind us and noticed the guns aiming, ready to shoot. We were sitting ducks. “Shit, get up! Let’s go!” I urged, rising to my feet. The other soldiers spotted us while we ran. I hissed, launching myself behind the boulder as I took cover, sighing in relief that I hadn’t gotten shot. I looked beside me.