Best Friends Shouldn't Know How You Taste Novels & Stories

the bartender asked, pouring the second. "You could say that." Alex took a smaller sip this time. Three drinks in, his filter dissolved completely. "You know what's bullshit?" He was louder than necessary, but who cared? "Friendship. Total bullshit." The bartender raised an eyebrow but kept wiping glasses. "Ten years. Ten fucking years I've been there for her. And now what? She's ghosting me because I got a little hard? Is that a crime?" His heart pounded as he ran unsteady fingers through his hair.

“Which Zinnia? The one you left alone at the bar or the one you happened to be on a date with?” He pushed me harder, his grip tightening. “You know the Zinnia I’m talking about! Where is she?” Intentionally, I touched my lips. “I don’t know, but I do know what she tastes like.” His face paled, his hold trembling. A smirk perched on my lips as I watched his pride crumble right before my eyes. It felt so satisfying. “You’re bluffing. Zinnia would never kiss you! You’re disgusting! You’re trash! She literally hates you.”

Ashley pouts, her lips downturned but her eyes giving her away—disappointment and longing written all over her face. "Is the D really that good?" Chelsea asks, smirking over her coffee. "Better," Ashley says without hesitation, her tone so flat it's clear she's not exaggerating. I nearly choke on my donut. Fantastic. Now my appetite's gone. Nothing kills a sugar rush faster than hearing your best friend rate your brother's dick like it belongs on Yelp. Tuning them out before Ashley can scar me further, I slide my phone out of my pocket and open the group chat. My thumb hovers for a second, hesitation twisting in my gut like it always does when I feel like I'm bothering them while they're han

" A friend who knows how you taste . It makes me wonder if all your guy friends know how you taste Cleo . " " Stop being mean take that back. " " You are telling other people how you feel about our situation . Instead of telling me . " " Why are you going through my phone?" "Cleo are you serious right now ?" " It's a different dynamic with Marc. " " Then maybe you should have married him instead of me ! " I held my hands in surrender and I walked out of the bedroom. ©#KCMmuoe

Paloma teased. I chuckled, the sound coming out lighter than I expected, and somehow it reduced the uneasiness that had been sitting in my chest like a weight. "No, that's not it. It's actually worse than that. I have a very possessive best friend. She'd go absolutely insane if she knew I went clubbing with someone else. It's a rule breaker in our friendship code. She's honestly worse than Zane."

He seems to be much more relaxed with all the other staff. “It has come to my attention that ‘Taste’ is closing down.” He informs her. It is clear that he is trying to keep the excitement from his voice. Taste, is their biggest competition. Ally feels like she has been stabbed in the heart. Not only is Taste their biggest competition but it is also owned by Eric. Eric must be closing the restaurant because he is blinded.

I said putting the sooon down and pulling a face. “I don’t know.” He said looking very disappointed and disgusted by what he just tasted. "You were so confident about what you were about to do. This is a disaster, especially for. Superstar like you.” I announced, laughing so hard I could barely stand. "You're the genius!" Todd shot back, but he was laughing too, his hands deep in a bowl of what was supposed to be vanilla base but had somehow curdled into something resembling cottage cheese. "I never claimed to be a culinary genius!There's a difference!"

I said and Phamela looked at my girlfriend. " same for me too. I have been friends with Tee since junior high... So when she got famous at 17 I was there until a year ago.. The media eats her up.. So just give me money please." " next one... What is something you love the smell or taste of that many others think is gross?.. " Olivia bit her lower lip," is this show R-rated because I'm about to go... "

I muttered while letting out a frustrated groan. I didn't want to disappoint Alfred or prove Mirabella right but then I had no idea what I was doing. “Maybe it won't taste that bad?” I said in an uncertain tone and Kyle turned to me with a serious gaze. “Easton Grey, take this as an advice from a friend who doesn't want you to die of food poisoning. Do not taste those.” Kyle warned and I almost laughed at his humor but returned my focus to the burnt cupcakes. “I mean they might look bad but what happened to the saying, Don't judge a book by its cover?”

I spit out the words awkwardly before instantly realizing I'd shown my hand, "No, not me, my friend..." "Uh..." I braced myself, pondering how to get the words out, "It's like this, I have a friend... She, on the other hand, has a best friend of many years, and this friend of mine has always treated her best friend as a good friend, with absolutely no other feelings..." I paused and saw that Caleb was still listening intently, so I continued, "And this best friend of hers suddenly told this friend of mine that she liked her and that she had to tell her if she loved her or not... what do you think this friend of mine should do?" I hope my words didn't wind him up.