Best Friends Shouldn't Know How You Taste นิยาย & เรื่องราว

But still, even his beautiful smile can only bring a shred of happiness. "But seriously. I know that you keep to yourself, so if you ever want to talk about who you really want, then I am your guy," Landon stated proudly. Oh great, the whole 'shoulder to cry on' fiasco. I pause. How are you supposed to spill the truth to your best friend that you've had a crush on him for your whole childhood, and that you hate how this change has separated the two of you, and that him being your mate would exceed your wildest dreams?

“Try this water.” I raised a brow. “It’s water.” “Not just water. Brands taste different. I can identify them blind.” “You’re joking.” He wasn’t. The waiter humored him with three unlabeled glasses, and to my astonishment, Cameron guessed them all. “Too many hotel minibars,” he said, amused at my expression. I laughed, properly, the sound loosening something in my chest. From there, the conversation drifted to everything but work. He wiped a crumb from the corner of his mouth with his napkin. “Tell me something not many people know about you.”

Chapter 5: The Kiss That Ruined Everything The gym was loud and active. Music blasted through the big speakers as Zach’s team and friends were celebrating, he had just won his underground fight with a brutal knockout. Bottles of whiskey and beer flowed freely. Everyone was happy, laughing and cheering. Zach stood in the middle of it all in his usual element… shirtless, sweat dropping on his sculpted body, looking big and powerful under the bright lights as he accepted congratulations. Noah stood near the back of the crowd, nursing a drink while watching his best friend with a strange mix of pride and something deeper. A strange, heavy feeling that had been growing for weeks now

"Is there a point to this conversation?" Julian sighed. "I am worried about you. You are my best friend. You have been acting strange for weeks." "I am fine." "You are lying." I met his eyes. "I am not lying. I am just tired. It has been a long year." Julian studied me. Then he nodded slowly. "Okay. But if something is going on, you can tell me. That is what friends are for." Friends. He had no idea. "I know," I said.

I tried to close my eyes, but his image lingered, my mind consumed by a whirlwind of thoughts. Tears welled up in my eyes, silent and unshed. It wasn't the act itself that made me cry, but a different kind of pain. I wiped away the tears and turned to the man beside me. I shifted closer, turning to face him, and gently traced the outline of his face. His breathing was deep and even, indicating he was fast asleep, exhausted. A bitter smile touched my lips. How could I have so easily given myself to someone I didn't know? It felt like I'd stabbed myself in the heart.

“Us, when we were still teenagers. When we were still best friends.” “Why? Do you miss it? We can still be like that.” “Just best friends?” I immediately close my mouth the moment that came out of my mouth. He smiles widely and kiss me on the lip. “Best friends don’t kiss each other on the lips… and a best friend shouldn’t be looking like me like they have feelings for me.” I don’t know where I gather that confidence.

"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?"

Even in my early twenties when acceptance within my own community was everything to me, I never kissed and told. “...The best part about my sex life is having one with someone I love.” I drawled, waiting for a disappointed comment. It never came. Brody sat stunned for a second, rubbing her chin before nodding as if to say “that’s fair” and went on to nudge Liza’s arm gleefully. “Got any music genres in mind? Let’s get the tunes bumping!” My best friend’s sky blue eyes brightened and she pulled her phone out to launch Spotify, I presumed.

He picked up the snacks I made and started eating with such delight. “When did you lose your sense of taste?” I asked. He paused and looked at me. “Back when I was kidnapped,” he said. “My best friend and I were taken. They were going to force her to drink something—some kind of drug. I stepped in and said I’d take it instead. I couldn’t let anything happen to her. Since then… I haven’t been able to taste anything.” I bit my lip, feeling a pang of sorrow. “Where is she now?” I asked.

His eyebrows are raised and with his gaze fixed on me, making me remember the topic of conversation we had. "No, he wasn't your boyfriend? "I shrug my shoulders. Maybe it's not at the moment, but who I removed will be later. My friend stays thoughtful and loose. "I say it will be your addictive candy, the best, once you have it in your mouth you will not want to let go - she expresses mischievously. I also don't want to imagine what he meant when he said once to taste it in my mouth, but it's impossible not to and knowing my friend I know for sure that what I call caramel went to Daniel's member.