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

He brought out other things like burger, milk, chocolate bar, a bottle of wine and fast food. "Are we celebrating something I didn't know of?" Emily asked, seeing the many eatable thing spread out on her small round table in the living room. "Nope. I want the two of us to enjoy each other's company, get to know each other the more." He grinned and took the cake first to eat. Emily nodded her head in agreement. "Do you have a bad past?" He began. "I might tear up if I tell you. In fact, I don't want to remember not to talk of telling you." She replied and took her own cake too.

Tastelessness is a communicable disease. Yes, she wasn’t part of the ballsy women who wanted Michael for themselves, but it seemed like we weren’t going to be on good terms when it came to having a business relationship—or should I say, “fuck buddies slash a wifey-to-be of her cousin.” As if she had a say in that. I don’t want to be mean, but I’m quite sure she’s in a circle of friends who don’t know how to properly draw their eyebrows. My eyes were already squinting at her, and she was matching the judgment I was throwing at her.

I lied. She raised her eyebrow at me and said, "Lindsay Suzanne Bowman Swanepoel I know you so well. I know you better than your own twin. I know it when you're denying that you farted and blaming it on someone else, I know when you're hungry when you're in love when you're pissed and I know you so well when you're lying." "I don't blame someone else when I fart!" I hissed. This is a great example of a disadvantage when your best friend knows you too well.

He looks over at me and I motion for him to lean. “I think we need to go back to being hidden friends,” I confess quietly, hoping nobody else can hear. “Having our…friendship out in the open is just going to cause problems. Especially if…” I look to the side as I add, “...especially if she finds out about it.” I don’t have to say what “it” is. We both know what we are talking about. Friends don’t know how it feels to melt into each other like that. Friends don’t know the flavor of one another’s lips.

Liam asked. Gwyneth put down her knife and fork when she heard that. Then, without fear, she looked up and met Liam's eyes. "No." Liam shook his head and tapped his fingers on the table. "Actually, I have no sense of taste; no one knows about it. But I could taste something just now." Though Liam blandly told his secret, Gwyneth was still stunned. Two seconds later, she began to snort and laugh. "I didn't expect you to pull something like that. But don't forget; I'm not like the girls out there. I won't fall for your—"

Felix says, and we all burst into giggles again. I love how they were able to give super heartfelt advice and then toned it down with a ridiculous joke. I feel like I can trust the two of them, even though we just met. “We can,” Jamie confirms, nodding her wolfy head. “Nothing changes for me,” Felix says, back to serious mode. “You’re still Xeny, my friend who kicked Harper’s butt. Maybe no that that’s out of the closet, we can learn to share more.” They look directly at me, and I do my best not to betray my discomfort by biting my lip.

she said with a smirk. “Rude,” I shot back. “At least pretend you would.” It was supposed to be a regular best-friend hug. Quick. Casual. But it lasted one second too long. Her arms stayed tight around my waist. My face pressed into her shoulder. I could smell her perfume mixed with my shampoo. Neither of us pulled away first. When we finally did, we didn’t look at each other for a beat. “Text me when you get home,” I said, trying to sound normal.

“Your opinions are trash and you know it.” “Not as trashy as your taste in men,” I teased, the words slipping out before I could think twice. It was the kind of joke that normally made her laugh and fire back about my also horrible taste in men, the kind of easy back-and-forth we had shared a hundred times before. But this time she went silent. My laugh faded into an awkward chuckle that died in the air between us. She pressed her lips together, staring down at our joined hands for a long moment before she spoke. “I do have a terrible taste in men, don’t I.”