Bestfriends Shouldn’t Know How You Taste Bestfriends Shouldn’t Know How You Taste Chapter 87

“Did you add salt in the pasta.” I asked Blake as I grated the cheese

He turn around, cyes wide.

“Was I supposed to?” He winces,

Thalted iny actions and pointed the half grated cheese at him.” This is why I never let you in the
kitchen.” Thuffed and went back to grating the cheese.

“So should I still add it?” He asked uncertainly.

I lift my gaze from the grated cheese to him. I raise a brow. “Yes Blake you need to add salt.” I giggled
at his perplexed face.

He snorted and turned around to focus on his task which was to mix the tomato sauce in the pasta. “I
knew that.”

“Sure you did.” I said dryly and rolled my eyes.

A soft smile stretched on my lips. He wasn‘t the same Blake yet he still acted the same. It didn‘t make
sense but I would rather have it this way than not having it at all.

I moved the grater off the freshly grated cheese and placed it on the counter. I strutted over to Blake
who was busy stirring the pasta in the pan. I clutched the glass plate that was piled with the shredded
cheese.

I bite my lip. The white shirt he wore showed off his toned back. It always reminded me of the day he
fucked me inside the dressing room at one of the lingerie stores.



There was a lengthy mirror that showed his back while he thrusted into me like his life had depended
on it. It was sexy and every time I thought about it I would instantly get turned on.

He turns around to face me as if sensing my gaze on him. My eyes widen and I felt the familiar feeling
of heat in my cheeks. He smirks as though he knew what I was thinking.

“Came just in time, I think it‘s ready for the cheese to be added.” He says. I tear my eyes away from
him and clear my throat awkwardly as I near him.

When I am beside the pan I quickly dump the cheese inside. Blake is quick to start stirring. I hum. It
smells delicious. “I love how wet and creamy it looks. I‘m certain it taste fucking great. ” Blake murmurs.

Somehow I knew he was not referring to the pasta. He removes the spoon from the pan and turns to
face me. I do the same, my heart pounding as he stares at me. It‘s hard to read his emotions. He kept
them hidden skillfully.

Slowly he trails a finger down the wooden spoon and collects some of the creamy sauce. His eyes
twinkle as he peers down at me with a soft smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

“It‘s only right if you‘re the one who tastes it first. You‘re the chef afterall, I‘m just your helper.” He says
mischievously.

My breath catches in my throat when he pushes the finger coated with the sauce towards my

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I looked at hun beneath my lashes hinocently. just the way it immedlin on Ipartel my lips, 11t my hands
to clutch his hand and drew his finger into my mouth I lewe my eyes on his now darkened gaze ani
swirl my tongue around his finger i immagine doing this to his cock, the way I always did. He watches
my lips around his finger intently, not



I sucked his finger lightly and a hoarse proan let his mouth. Seeing that I leased him enough i pull away
and drop my hands. I smiled at him. “You were right, it taste really good. But I think we need to add
some culi powder to spicen it up.”

He looked dumbstruck as he peered down at me, llis lips were parted and I could clearly serwis pulse
racing on his neck. He gulps and my eyes follow that action,

A loud beep followed by the smell of burnt cake has us both moving out of the tradice. My yes widen as
I quickly turned around, Smoke was comini: out of the oven.

“Shit.” I cursed rushing over. I quickly turned it off then swiftly opened it I coupledas! fanned away the
smoke.

“Guess we‘ll be having burnt cake?” Blake chuckles owlewardly. I art to face him and glared. If he
hadn‘t distracted me this wouldn‘t have happened.

“The cake taste really good Ashley!” Reagan complimented me.

I lift my eyes from the plate and I raised a brow. She sat across from me, her blue eyes twinkling with
mirth.“Now don‘t lie to me Reagan.We both know the cake tastes like crap.” managed to laugh.

She shrugged.” It‘s the thought that counts. But it does taste good if you can get your mind oll the burnt
taste.”

My bottom lip worked into a small pout. “Now you‘re just being mean,” My eyes drop down to stare at
my burnt cake. I poked it with the fork. Even the fork couldn‘t pierce it easily.

Everyone burst into fits of laughter. “Oh come on guys take it easy on Ashley. Besides I am to be
blamed too.”



Ryn‘s eyes snap towards her son, her eyes portraying what she felt. Intrigue. “Really? You both are
getting along just great.” The way she worded it out made it seem as if she was teasing us. She
probably was.

I shifted in my seat and lift the fork with the burnt cake to my parted mouth. “I give it a few more days
and your memories will come back in no time Tyler. With the pace you guys are going y‘all will give Ace
and I grand kids soon.” She said in a sly voice. A

My eyes darted to Blake who was beside me. And from my peripheral vision I could see how nervous
he was. He lifted a hand behind his head and itched the back of his head. Hopefully away from the
stitched up bullet wound.

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He was nervous and uncomfortable but I was beyond embarrassed. Hearing your mother in

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law talk about your love life with her son was humiliating.

“Well she‘s been kind to me from the moment I‘ve been here.” He turns to face me and I quickly move
my eyes away from him. “I did promise her to try, so that‘s what I‘m doing. But it‘s too soon to think that
my memories will come back right away.” Ryn waves a hand in dismissal and pushes a forkful of cake
in her mouth. “You just need something to jolt that memory. I say you two make out, you know act like a
married couple. The way you guys were before all this happened.”

I could already sense Blake‘s nervousness, smell it even. He was not ready to talk about this. He was
beyond uncomfortable and I think everyone noticed this except for Ryn. So I decided to move the
attention off Blake.



“So Reagan, any new boy we should know about? You‘re in your last year afterall.” I asked her. She
chokes on the cake while I sensed the shift of the air. Someone was furious.

“No boy will lay their dirty hands on my daughter. Not when I am still alive.” Ace hissed. He and Ryn
soon began to argue while Reagan tried to ease his mind. I smiled. That‘s my family.

I could feel Blake‘s eyes on me and I turned to stare at him. He sends me a grateful smile which I
returned with a grin of my own then turned away from him. I saved him from more awkwardness but
deep down my heart was aching. Did he not have any feelings for me? Was Ryan wrong?

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