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Bestfriends Shouldn't Know How You Taste novel Chapter 97

Chapter 97 - Bestfriends Shouldn’t Know How You Taste 
Ashley‘pov 
My fingers wrap tightly around the shaving cream while my other hand clutch onto a small feather Now you might be wondering what on earth is Ashley Reed up to? 
Well to answer that question I would actually need a reasonable explanation. Okay let‘s put it this way. Blake was still sleeping and I had plans for us today, so in order to wake him up, let‘s just say I thought of a very creative way. One that would probably get him upset but amuse me. Serves him right for playing with emotions 
It was not like this would harm him, he and Ryan certainly didn‘t care when they did this to me years ago. I say this is revenge. 
My lips curl into a smirk as I slightly shake the can. It was early, well somewhat. Eight thirty was still early right? Perhaps not. 
I had woken up a few minutes ago, brushed my teeth, relieved myself then made sure I was not only in my undies before coming here. The thought of Blake seeing me in nothing but my undergarments had a raging blush settling in my cheeks. 
I sighed, rolling my eyes at myself. It was too early for this. He had seen all of me before and now I was acting like a pencil neck virgin. I needed to stop acting like a schoolgirl. Yeah and waking up your husband with shaving cream is not you acting like a schoolgirl? 
Shut up conscience, this isn‘t the time. 
I pressed my ear to the door, making sure the room was quiet. Slowly I wrap my fingers around the knob and turn, opening the door with slow and steady hands. Breathing out a relieved sigh I peeked my head inside the room. There he slept, looking so peaceful and unbothered. Walking in and closing the door softly with a slight thud I took a few seconds to just admire him. 
until they were a head unfortunately hasn‘t healed completely. It was to be expected 


my face. He snored softly, lashes creating a shadow underneath his eyes. He was so handsome. My heart squeezed. 
relief when he doesn‘t. I scan my eyes down 
1/3 eyes to not stray any more, afraid I‘d see more than I was 
began to put my plans into action. I began by slowly putting the shaving cream in his palm, all the while biting my lip to Blake grins, blue eyes 
us in amusement. Did He really have to say that with his dad here? Then again by the look on his glared at Blake. “We did not do role play.” I argued, trying to save myself from 
already knew Ace would definitely tell his wife about this.And what if Ryn tells my mom who then tells my dad? 
He asked so innocently that one would think he was.. I glared at his smirking face heatedly. Ace clears his throat. “I don‘t think I want to hear what my son and daughter in law do when they are alone. And I don‘t think you should tease her son, winking at me. This only intensifies my glare. “She does seem a bit murderous right now dad, should you save me from such fate?” Blake joked. Ace bit?” Ace asked. They were acting like I wasn‘t 
I should be ashamed of myself, getting all sappy and forgiving just because he referred to me as beautiful. I am an embarrassment to the female population. Blake finally gave me his attention. “I will be back later Ashley.” He smiles and then frowns.” Make sure to have some rest, you‘ve been up all night.” 
And I did, in fact I slept more than half the day until night. I only woke up when I heard Blake‘s retreating footsteps disappear out of my room. I knew it was him by his smell and the way he tenderly touched my cheek before leaving. 
*End of flashback* 
I sighed, lifting myself to stare at my work. Now to complete it. Biting my lip, I bent over him, careful to not fall on his sleeping figure. Lifting my hands with the feather, I began to brush it along the tip of his nose to the bridge. His nose twitched and I bite into my lip more harshly. He was adorable. 
I did it again but he swaps at his nose with the wrong hand. Groaning inwardly I brought the tip of the feather under his nose and tickled him there. Grunting lowly, he swats at his nose this time with the right hand. 
The shaving cream spreads all over his mouth and nose. His eyes snapped open in shock and confusion before they zeroed in on my smiling face. “Good morning sleepy head. We have a whole day ahead of us.” I winked and reach over to spread the shaving cream more onto his face. His blue eyes glared at me. Revenge is sweet. 

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