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

When they reached the kitchen, Lily finally let go of her hand and threw open the pantry door with dramatic flair. “Guess what I still keep stocked just for you?” she announced, her eyes sparkling. She pulled out a bright red bag of kettle-cooked salt and vinegar chips. Maya’s jaw dropped. Then she let out a shaky laugh that turned into a sound halfway between a giggle and a sob. Her hand flew up to her chest as she felt tears sting her eyes. “Lily… you didn’t have to…” she whispered, her voice trembling. Lily stepped forward, serious now, and hugged her again. “Of course I did,” she said firmly. “I missed my best friend. You’re the only person in the world who would finish these with me wit

“What do you taste?” “I can’t quite put my finger on it. But there is a hint of something sweet like cherries mixed with something tart like raspberries. But it’s not unpleasant. Why isn’t it bitter, though?” “Because it’s not that store-bought shit or the over-priced city crap. Now, do this.”

It was a horrible thought that my so-called best friend shared every detail of my life with him. “ Are you eating the damn thing or not? ” He let out, keeping his head rolled back and his eyes closed. I sighed, giving up on it. I didn’t know what he was thinking about or why he even needed to know everything about me. I was not interested to know either. I dug into the pasta, eating like a starved caveman. It was fucking perfect, just the way I liked it. I moaned as the taste hit home, and made me forget that he was in the same room.

"Because he's my friend. And I don't want to fùck up our friendship." "Babe." She chuckles. "Dating my friend is the best thing that ever happened to me. We watch the same movies. We listen to the same music. We like going to the library together and reading books together. He knows my favourite meals and he makes them for me. I know his favourite meals and I make them for him. All this is because I dated my friend. I dated someone who knows me. Our friendship came first before the relationship. And if the relationship dies, I'm sure that we'll still be friends. Try dating Nate."

"You stuttered. Like literally stuttered! The always so confident and bad-ass friend of mine stuttered! Now I am more than intrigued. Tell me what it is or I'll tell mom to cook boiled eggplant for you for the rest of the week!" Eww. No! No boiled eggplant! I hate it. Give me mud to eat, but not eggplant. "Uhh..Fine! I'll tell you! You are a bitch of hell!!!" I slang. "I don't mind that till I get all the spicy gossip." Lai winks. Now I see what my friend has been doing so long. She planned it from the beginning to invade me with the wrong question and the right threats! Damn best friends! Why do they have to know the weakness first?

“You mean you don’t trust it?” Aria nodded. “I’ve been waiting for the next hit for so long, I forgot what still felt like.” Elias sipped his tea. “Still feels like this. You, me, warm water, bad cheese.” He held up the cheese. “See? Bad.” Aria laughed and stole his piece. “It’s not bad. You just have terrible taste.” Elias grinned. “My taste is fine. I picked you.” Aria went pink. “Shut up.” Elias shut up. For ten seconds. Then:

"Please, Steve, I can keep a secret." She leaned really close and her lips were in almost constant contact with my ear as she spoke. She was doing her favorite teasing gesture, pulling and tugging at my shirt, then pressing her hand against me to 'flatten' the pull. My breath tickling her ear, I pulled her hair back and whispered softly. "I discovered on a diet once, that pineapples and bananas give me a delicate sweet flavor, or so a friend told me. It removes the bitterness and saltiness, I might otherwise have." I couldn't resist a light taste of her skin, as I completed sharing my secret.

The latest fuck buddy I had was also a good friend of mine, so I don't struggle too much to find a group photo with her in the front, "See? Not a man, not manly at all." "Oh," he makes a face and steals my phone to look at the picture deeply. His stinky jealousy proves me right this time, "Why is everyone you know so fucking hot? Why is this girl so hot?" "Because I have a good taste, it's not my fault h-" I stop myself before saying it: human girls are not up to par with the girls I like, "It's not my fault I have superior taste. Give me it back." "No, let me see your friends," he says and zooms into other people's faces. Ugh, great.

“You’re just as disgustingly evil as Noel. Out of four people, why was I the one you picked to drag into whatever madness the both of you are involved in huh? I’ll never forgive you for this!” I smirked. “Don’t sweat it darling. I’m only helping you and you’re doing the same. You asked why I picked you, it’s because you’ve got the juiciest secret of all. And if anyone is to blame here, it’s your asshole best friend. He crossed the line, and now I’m going to give him a taste of a different medicine and you’re going to help me.” “Now smile. It’s show time.” He didn’t smile, but when I slipped my arm around his. He flinched and adjusted. Good boy!