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?”

tad bit more annoying. It’s a cute annoying. “Blake, would you please take the whisk

to me, handing the whisk. His

placing the bowl down on the counter next to the ingredients. I turn my attention back to

on a sweet smile.”‘Thank you my

whisk. When my fingers finally got a hold of it, I smirked, “Who’s annoying and too cocky for his own good.”

would you marry me?” He whispers, eyes flashing with mirth. I tilt my head and run a singer down his bare

counter top. He spreads my legs and settles between

“Well not only that,

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 was still

silly, I married you because I so happen to love your annoying and cocky ass.”

dirty. I backed away and froze when he lifts his head. “Oh you’re going to pay for that.” He smirks. “You have no idea what you just started.” He chuckles and reaches for the crate of eggs. I lift my hands in surrender.” It’s not even that much Blake. You don’t need to

“Blake, you’re going to clean this all on your own!” I shout crawling away from

you first!” He laughs, sending another my way. It splatters on the

you could come up with? I really didn’t want to have to clean off eggs

his feet now before me, just