Novel & Cerita Best Friends Shouldn't Know How You Taste

“The fact that you talk about his taste in women like you know him personally and not as your best friend’s boyfriend.” “So?” “Isn’t it a bit alarming that you know your best friend’s boyfriend’s preference when it comes to women in such great detail? Why’s that so?” She bursts into a hysterical chuckle that makes her sway back and forth a few times before pinning her gaze on me again. “You don’t know, do you?” She asks once she’s finally calm again. A ridge forms between my brows as I crease them. “Know what?” I’m a bit confused.

Blurb Sabrina Daniels has spent years quietly pining for her older brother’s closest friend—the star forward and team captain, Ronan Dickson. When her parents leave the country for several months, she’s more than happy to move into the house her brother shares with Ronan… until the night she finally confesses how she feels and he turns her down. Shattered and embarrassed, Sabrina does her best to stay out of his way. But living under the same roof—and the undeniable pull that still crackles between them—makes distance almost impossible. Ronan may have rejected her, yet he never pulls away when she tests the boundary again. What begins as stolen, secret kisses quickly deepens into

"Yes mommy. We got you chocolate cupcakes. You said chocolate is your favorite right?" "Yes baby. It is. But how did you know about that?" He stared at Wesley before staring at me. The answer is so obvious. Wesley must have told him. "Wes told me. He said he's been friends with you for a long time now and that chocolate is your favorite flavor." He admitted softly. I sighed. "Okay." "Okay?" He echoed. "Yeah I'll accept it. But I don't like people judging or talking behind my back. I hope that was the only conversation you both said about me?"

I have undergone tests and stuck to strict diets and training routers but still, I remain smaller than the average warrior which isn't good when you are the future Beta. “I heard someone call me but I couldn't see who it was." We talk for a while before he disappears to the bar and Sophie drags me onto the dance floor, I love this girl, she, Troy, and Coby are the only members of our pack who know that I'm gay. Troy and Sophie know being my best friends and Coby knows because we've been fucking each other for the last 3 months, nothing serious, more of a friends with benefits deal. We both want our mates so we won't allow it to become serious.

I was with my friends but I felt like shit, at a point the alcohol lost its usual rush-push taste in my mouth. "What's wrong dude? You don't look normal?" Darl, the beta's son and my best friend asked me. "I don't know dude, everything seems bleak and hazy to me" I replied. "Maybe you should spice things up a little," Ian added. Ian was another of my best friends "maybe bursts a bit or something. That should help right?" He asked with his signature smug look "I could summon one of the shawties for you—or more" Darl added.

“At least you both enjoyed yourselves. That is all that matters.” Alice and Betty nodded in agreement. Now, with his eyes on the face of the attractive lady walking beside him, Yomi whispered to her, saying, “Damn. I never would've taken your friends for smokers, Candy. Do y'all do it together?” “Nah. They smoke, I don't.” “Ah, thank God.” Yomi heaved a sigh of relief. “I can't even imagine you puffing on a joint in my presence. That'll be a complete turn-off for me, for real.”

Maybe racing hearts weren’t the measure of something real. A few weeks later, Oliver asked me to coffee. Not a date—he was careful to clarify. Just coffee. Between friends. We went to a small café near his office, the kind of place that roasted its own beans and served pastries that cost more than they should. He ordered a black coffee. I ordered a vanilla latte. “You have a sweet tooth,” he observed. “I have a sad tooth. Sugar helps.” He smiled. “What are you sad about?” The question caught me off guard. No one had asked that so directly. Not in Seattle.

I say earnestly and she shakes her head. "It's not that, it's just... no one has ever done that before." She says quietly, averting her gaze. I suck in a surprised breath and try to steele my features while a streak of possession goes through me. No one but me will ever know what she tastes like. "Well, I would love to blow your mind with my tongue. If you'll let me." I say, nuzzling my face into her neck as my hand runs up and down her side slowly. She looks up at me and nods, still looking a little nervous.

You didn’t turn her down… but do you feel comfortable going? A small smile crept onto my lips. Me: I’m going with you, so I trust you to get us out of there the moment things get awkward. Three typing dots appeared. Disappeared. Reappeared. Mine: What’s your safe word? I grinned, fingers flying over the keyboard. Me: Stomach ache? Headache? Sick? Horny? Pick for me. Dots again. Then nothing. Then again. Mine: Third option. I huffed. All that typing and that’s what he landed on?

I force myself to swallow. “Yeah, I was sort of… upset.” Not about the break-up, but she doesn’t need to know that. She definitely doesn’t need to know about my gay crisis either. “These days, I see him more than anyone else, even Lana. You should invite your other friends over some time.” My spoon clatters into my bowl as fear washes over me. Does she… Does she know?! Mum keeps her back turned, so I can’t read her face. “Kieran and I are just- he’s my best friend, that’s why.” I swallow the lies down, and it feels like glass is scraping down my throat. “But sure, I’ll do that.”