Bestfriends Shouldn't Know How You Taste Novels & Stories

It felt like the place we had been walking toward the whole time. “Best friends aren’t supposed to know how you taste,” I said into the dark. Noah pressed a kiss to my hair, smiling against it. “Good thing we were never going to stay just friends.” I closed my eyes, his arm heavy around me, and let the old rule die quietly. He knew how I tasted. He knew how I loved. And I didn’t want a version of us that went back.

* 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 found it hard to believe him, to believe that it would be that simple for this need, this craving, to just disappear because of some forced rejection. As if reading my mind, Thorne leaned closer with a sad smile. “Whatever you and I are feeling right now is just a side effect of the mate bond between us. I know how strong it feels, like it has become part of you, but trust me, you will go back to normal once the rejection is done.” “Fine,” I said after a few seconds of silence because I did not know what else to say. What was I supposed to do? Beg him not to reject me?

I stood there, frozen in a daze, the bustling crowd around us fading into a blur. Jax—no, Alpha Fenriz—smiled at me, that confident grin of his sending my heart into a frenzied dance. My mind was still grappling with the revelation that the man I had known as my best friend was, in fact, an Alpha of a powerful pack. It felt surreal, almost like I was living someone else’s life. “Selene?” he prompted gently, tilting his head as if he were waiting for me to respond. I could see the flicker of anticipation in his eyes, and it unnerved me. What was he expecting? I barely even knew how to process what was happening.

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.

It was after she started walking with him that everyone started noticing her and she got her name known on every teacher and student's lips. Elena felt her heart and eyes sting at the memory of the both of them. He was her only best friend, the one that could tolerate her nonsense, her weird obsessions. The only one she could push around without him complaining and would always be there to listen to all of her tantrums. She clicked on another link that she saw, “how to know if you like your friend”. The first thing she saw made her clench her jaw, “You want to be around them every time.” she read.

" 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

I give him a skeptical look. “I don’t know,” he says with a shrug. “It’s a recipe I found some days ago and tried out. Just eat it, or I’ll feed you myself. And trust me, I won’t be gentle.” The look he gives me lets me know he's not joking. I sigh and pick up the spoon again, secretly saying a prayer for my well-being. If I die, let it be known my best friend killed me. I take a small sip. The taste is… tolerable. Not great, but not completely awful... if I ignore the bitter aftertaste. I just have to tell him never to feed this to strangers.

" Mason shook his head. "It's the best." They rolled their eyes at him. "So-called guys, what flavours do you want?" The girls asked. "Chocolate is the best, "Mason and Finn grinned. "Yeah, chocolate is not bad, but strawberry is our favourite and the best." Reese giggled. "Stace, Reese, don't you both think we should give Finn and Adriel some alone time with each other? They haven't had some alone time." Mason said to them. "Yes, I think so too, but how are we gonna do that, Mason?" Stacey asked.

I don’t like them; they smoke, drink and talk about everyone as if the rest of the world is garbage. No, I shouldn’t think that; I want to be around him so much that I follow him to the scary group. "That was like a year ago; you make it sound like it’s been ages since you were thirteen.” Todd smiles at my response, pulls my chin to his height and kisses me. My first kiss tastes like cigarettes. I don’t feel the need to tell him its my first kiss, I’m sure he knows. ~~~~~~~ "I... don't think your friends like me."