Bestfriends Shouldn’t Know How You Taste

Ashley‘s pov

I closed the door of the fridge using my legs and walked over to the countertop. I huffed placing the eggs, butter and milk down on the surface.

“What are we planning on cooking for breakfast?” Blake questions breezing into the kitchen and makes the beeline for the fridge.

He opens it and takes out the orange juice. I try not to linger on his bare upper body. He seemed to only settle to wear his boxers and no shirt. 1

Was he trying to turn me on, on purpose?

“We?” I question with amusement, pulling out the baking soda and flour out of the cupboard then place them beside the eggs. I turn to Blake scowling when he chugged down the orange juice when I noticed that he hadn‘t bothered to pour it into a glass.

“The last time I made you help me you forgot to add salt.” I pointed out. He moves the box away from his mouth, wipes his mouth using the back of his hand and grins at me. “Oh come on baby it still tasted fucking fantastic.” He boasts, placing the orange juice back into the fridge.

I snorted.” Yeah because I added more flavor to it.” I pointed out, walking over to the cupboard to draw out a big bowl. I turn to Blake and point at the draw closer to him.” Could you take a whisk in there for me?”

He raised a brow, smirking.” You’re being extra rude today, where‘s the please?”

old self again, just a tad bit more annoying. It‘s a cute

the whisk. His eyes glinted

you serious?” I asked, placing the bowl down on the counter next to the ingredients. I turn my attention back to him and he raises his brow. I

paste on a sweet smile.”‘Thank you my

of it, I smirked, “Who’s annoying and too cocky for his own good.” I stuck out

you love my annoying ass and cockiness, why else would you marry me?” He whispers, eyes flashing with mirth. I tilt my

waist and in a swift move places me on the counter top. He spreads my legs and settles

bag of flour that I could easily open with one hand. “Well not

had successfully opened it. Blake pouts at me adorably.” So you only married me for my body?” His tone was laced with hurt and disappointment but there

towards his face.”No you silly, I married you because I so happen to love your

it over his flour face. He drew his hand away and looked down at his hand that now had flour. I hopped off the counter not liking the look in his eyes. He’d definitely get me back but right now I didn’t want to get dirty. I backed

of the way when an egg flew towards my face. “Blake, you‘re going to clean

way. It splatters on the wooden draw and I cringed

stop, I’m allergic to eggs.” I lied, panting. Really that’s the best you could come up with? I really didn‘t want

take lessons on how to lie. You suck.” He chuckles. I gulp seeing his feet now before me, just a step away. Shit. Was it too