Romans & histoires Best Friends Shouldn't Know How You Taste

He sighed. "How the hell am I going to tell Hannah about this? She's going to hate me. Fuvk! I knew I shouldn't have gone to that fuckin bar!" "You can't tell her, she's not going to understand." He said, his eyes pleading. "I have to, she's my best friend. I can't look her in the eyes everyday and lie to her, I won't be able to." I shook my head. "I know and I understand but I can't let her know about the stupid mistake I made."

I pushed lightly against him, but he didn’t budge—not even an inch. “M-Mr. Hale… don’t do this.” I doubted he even heard me. “I’ve been wondering,” he murmured, “what flavor is on your lips now, Leah.” My brows knit. “Flavor?” “Yes. When I kissed you earlier, you tasted sweet—like strawberries.” His gaze dropped to my mouth, darkening. “I’m wondering if it’s still the same.” Without realizing it, I wet my lips. “I… I’m not sure.”

Was I that starved that I have no sense of when to stop anymore? This is not how I planned my kind of marriage, I know it was not of love from the beginning but of duty but I so much love Pharrell. I can’t hurt him this way. How do I get rid of this obsession with his childhood friend Kay? * “These are for you!” I passed the candies to Trisha. “OMG! You always know what I like.” “Why won’t I? I’m your best friend." I boasted with a smile. “You don’t have to remind me.”

The whispers continued, all the chefs were critiquing my work, I hadn't even served it for tasting but everyone had an opinion about it, some liked it, some didn't, it scented really nice and looked nice too but the taste was what would determine if I got the job or not. “Quiet everyone, we will all take turns tasting the food Avery has made and come to a conclusion after that,” Jake said, as the head chef, I thought he was the one who tasted the food to determine if I was employed or not but letting everyone taste it was a different ball game all together and for some reason it made me even more nervous.

“Honey toast. Why do you only want honey toast? I don’t remember you ever wanting that before.” Should I tell him? I’m sure he already knows Tommy is my mate, but he doesn’t know I know. All I have is a name. I still have no idea what my mate looks like, but I’m positive he is cute and adorable. Out of the corner of my eye, I glance over towards my friend. Well, he is my best friend. I guess I shouldn’t hide it from him. Plus, I know he isn’t allowed to tell me anything about Tommy, nor is anyone else in the pack.

But Roth does not belong to him, he never will. He does not even have any idea about the attraction his best friend has for him. Roth was never into men, and making Tristan his first, was laughable, Roth is and will always be a breast and pussy man, not butthole, that realization alone, had tears running down Tristan's face last night. He had numerous of Roth's pictures in his closet which roth himself was not aware of, he knew what Roth smells like, what Roth likes doing, he knew Roth's dislike, there was something else he was desperate to know, Tristan wants to know how Roth taste like.

Not a fictional caracter in a movie. "I seem to be yeah. Isn't that what friends do?" His fingers softly run over the top of my foot. I twitch at the sircle movements. It kind of tickles, but not in a bursting out with laughter way. "We aren't friends Arthur." My words is slow and mushy. Friends know each others favorite foods, know their favourite colour, their lucky numbers, their likes and dislikes, their ins and outs. They know each other. I don't even know Arthur's surname.

“Oh, don’t be shy. It’s normal. I mean, I die for that every night—but Harvey’s not just into that.” “Um, I think you misunderstood—” “I did, and I’m sorry. Harvey and you are simply friends because, trust me, bad boys don’t share. It was silly of me to think otherwise, but that was because I thought you were with Ray, like the news says.” “News?” “Oh yeah, you’re trending, girl. But that’s not important. Now, come on—have breakfast, change so you can show me around. I’ll go cancel Chloe.” She stood up and I nodded, confused but glad she didn't want to kill me anymore.

* A few days before * "Popcorn is done and ready to devour." Mirabella, Bailey's best friend, sang as she jumped on the bed which caused some of the popcorn to spew out messily on the covers. Bailey giggled and reached out to pick up the mess of popcorn on the covers. The aroma reached her nose and she wiggled it. "Did half of it burn, Mira? Because I'm only taking in the stench of burnt popcorn." Bailey teased, already knowing that her best friend had burnt the popcorn.

I could tell she was annoyed but I couldn't help feeling the bit of rush from knowing that I got under her skin. I smiled, cocking a perfectly arched eyebrow. "You're missing something." He rolls his eyes. "Oh how could I forget a large banana chocolate milkshake." I laughed and head to the bathroom. As soon as I was alone in the stall, the tears I had desperately tried to keep at bay rolls down. I sniffle sitting down on the closed toilet seat. I reach for the toilet paper beside me and used it to dab the moisture away from my eyes. Why was this so hard? Blake was my best friend, I shouldn't be jealous that he has a girlfriend.