Bestfriends Shouldn't Know How You Taste novel Chapter 88

Chapter 88 - 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. Blake? Should I go to blue eyes glistened with amusement as they scan over 

instantly I straighten. As if drawn to a flame my eyes drop down to stare at my half clothed body. I had removed my soft to cover showed off my black 
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 to get 
“Well that‘s embarrassing, sorry you had to see me like this.” I laughed walking more into the kitchen until he was in front of me, only separated by some point.” His bottom tip 
expecting these words to come out of his mouth. I smiled uncomfortably. not confusing. He shows that be‘s definitely attracted to me, I could tell by his dilated pupils but why did he feel so uncomfortable talking about different personalities and I didn‘t know which one would fall back in brows as he stares 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 I‘ve 
with me feels normal for him. Without a second thought my lips curl into a soft smile. Not only did his words set my heart on fire but they seriously woke me up completely, like they were the caffeine I with me for ages but the ringing of the doorbell has just rush in my room quickly to put on something more.” I looked down at my panty. “Decent.” I murmur 
run towards the stairs, taking two at a time. When I was halfway I stopped and turned to face Blake. My face door.” I hiss His eyes widen as if coming out of a trance.” Right.” He nods swiftly and makes his way towards the door. I shook my head and continued my way to my room just as he was about to open the door. 
When I closed the door softly behind me, I leaned back and heaved a sigh. My hands reach up and cup my cheeks. We were married, he had seen every inch of me yet I still blush when he looks at me. 
And honestly it felt like the days when we had just started dating each other. I was shy and easily blushed at his teasing. I moan hitting the back of my head softly on the dark stained wooden door. I hated taking things slow. 
“Man you look great and you look to be healing nicely.” It was Ryan‘s voice I heard as I walked down the stairs, this time appropriately dressed. 
“Thanks, I‘ve been taking the meds the doctor prescribed.” Blake answers. 
Their voices were murmurs, awkward as if they were just getting to know each other. “Good.” Comes Ryan‘s soft answer. 
They were in the living room so I headed there. Blake‘s back faced me, his soft cotton shirt hugging his muscular back and the grey sweatpants fitted him lowly on his waist with his ass firm from working out regularly. Ryan on the other hand was facing me but his eyes were on Blake. He looked over his friend in worry and confusion. He had his police uniform on which meant he was probably on his way to work 
When his eyes landed on me, he looked to be relieved. He cracks a wide grin, runs over to me and without as much of a warning lifts me into his arms and spins me around. 
“Morning little ash, you look like someone ran you over.” He chuckled. I peered down at him and giggled. Ryan never changed. “Put me down you 
big idiot.” “You two seem to be friendly.” Blake spits out. From his tone you could tell he was beyond mad. Ryan puts me down on my feet and I turn to face a glaring Blake. Why was he so mad?