Bestfriends Shouldn't Know How You Taste Novels & Stories

“Just come.” I hung up and put the phone face down. It didn’t stay quiet, another buzz came in. Damien. “You can still stop this.” I stared at it and dropped my phone, I didn’t answer. Then another one. “If Vale keeps you there, I will make sure every board member knows what kind of man he is.” I typed before I could talk myself out of it. “You were thrusting in on my best friend in our matrimonial bed. Don’t talk to me about what kind of man anybody is.”

Why isn't it working? I heard my best friend, Hilary, hum playfully beside me. "You're into this cute new piece, huh?" she asked, giving me a goofy grin. "Yeah," I admitted without any hesitation. "You should look closer and trust me she's different." She shrugged her shoulder while playing with her food on her plate using her disposable fork. "Yes. I can totally see that, honey... without even looking at her twice. You're practically ogling your eyes at her since you sat on this table. But I'm not interested... I don't want to run into those animated bimbos who are planning for world domination."

"Hi, Del. Where are you from? I've been looking for you since yesterday. Why did you disappear, huh?" Delmar was silent and just looked at Brisa with a sad look. For eighteen years of friendship, Brisa can read if now Delmar is not in good condition. Even though his best friend didn't say anything. "Wait a moment." Brisa stopped the person who was decorating her nails. Nails that have been colored silver and will now be decorated with small white gems.

Best friends are best friends for a reason. They tend to know you better than you know yourself, embrace your flaws and celebrate your triumphs and they know just how to pick you up when you need it. We may not have known each other since birth yet since she friended me on my first day at Hudson International Michelle and I have come to know each other inside out.

Ashton asked focusing on how to dip his spoon inside the ice cream without her noticing which he successful did. “ Yes, I tend do a lot of weird things, behave bitchy to people and do things I might probably regret.” She told him, he froze then wondered if she regret the kiss. He sighed then licked the ice cream off the spoon. “ Fuck ! Why did it taste like toothpaste ? ” He asked eyeing the bowl in disgust. “ Toothpaste ? It tastes just fine, something is wrong with your taste buds.” She told him as she took one of the hot wings and dip inside the ice cream.

- L Worse than FOUR mates? What could-- - S They’re my brother’s best friends. - L Wait. Hold on. HIS best friends? - S Yeah. - L The ones who have been teasing you forever? - S The very same. - L NO. WAY. - S I’m serious. I passed out when I realized it. - L What are you even going to do? - S I have no idea. They're all acting... different now. Protective, almost sweet. It’s so confusing. - L

“My best friend, Chancé, would never do something like that. She’s not like you. She’s the purest person I know. She would never like my brother too.” To be honest, I want to die hearing those words. They hammer into my chest—the pain, the lie, all of it. I’m lying to my best friend. I’m evil, and she’s defending me. Hazel is right about one thing: I am a conniving, creepy slut, a liar who smiles to her best friend’s face while behind her back she’s sleeping with her brother.

he whispered close to my ears the last few sentences but that didn’t stop the questions in my mind and the one most significant question stopped any other thought of mine. Do friends ever really know the way you taste? “C’mon Amy, it’s not a bad idea. We both have to stay together for quite a while and maybe even have to increase it, why not make it a little fun for both of us?” He was leaning on me, peering at me with his still blue eyes and my eyes blinked when I said, “Can you move a little away?” His eyes curved and he did and said “Sure, Bambina.”

“Which Zinnia? The one you left alone at the bar or the one you happened to be on a date with?” He pushed me harder, his grip tightening. “You know the Zinnia I’m talking about! Where is she?” Intentionally, I touched my lips. “I don’t know, but I do know what she tastes like.” His face paled, his hold trembling. A smirk perched on my lips as I watched his pride crumble right before my eyes. It felt so satisfying. “You’re bluffing. Zinnia would never kiss you! You’re disgusting! You’re trash! She literally hates you.”

I can’t hurt my best friend because of my stupid feelings. “No,” I said to Andre. “Let’s be honest to our partners instead. No more lies, no more kisses, we can’t be alone for too long anymore because it’s obvious we can’t keep our hands off each other. Let today be the last time we ever get to be alone together.” My voice turned pleading, I hoped he understood, “For our friends’ sakes?” A muscle ticked in his jaw. I thought he was going to argue but he nodded reluctantly and I released a sigh of relief. “For our friends’ sakes.”