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All Chapters of Bestfriends Shouldn't Know How You Taste : Chapter 81
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Bestfriends Shouldn't Know How You Taste /Demiah13
Ashley's pov My teary eyes were glued to him as doctor Gomez and two nurses started to remove the breathing tube. He mentioned that Blake was now able to breathe on his own.
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Bestfriends Shouldn't Know How You Taste /Demiah13
Ashley's pov "Don't worry his memories will come back, it's normal that he doesn't remember everything." Doctor Gomez informs us as he closes the door behind him. "Also I suspect that he might have confabul
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Bestfriends Shouldn't Know How You Taste /Demiah13
Ashley's povIt was not easy. No it definitely wasn't.I stared nervously at Blake who sat across the counter. He wore a grey hoodie and grey sweats as he sat on a stool. He had his elbows on the counter while pressing his hands to his face.He had just woken up, told me morning and had sat there for more than a minute exactly like this. Maybe he was waiting for me to make breakfast. I cleared my throat. It was time to put my plans into action."You're hungry right?" I asked and cleared my throat again when I thought I sounded a bit too high pitched. I was terrified of being rejected.He moves his hands away from his face and stared at me like I was an alien. "Well judging by how it's morning and I haven't eaten since yesterday afternoon then yes I am hungry." He states.I cringe inwardly. I had not made dinner for him lastnight, or myself. Crap this was not how I win o
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Bestfriends Shouldn't Know How You Taste /Demiah13
Ashley's pov"So this is Belle's?" Blake murmurs and scans the small dining area. It was early but there were some lingering teenagers around. Seems this place is still a hot spot to come before school begins."You know I'm surprised you don't remember it. We came here mostly everyday. Scratch that you and Ryan dragged me here mostly everyday." I laughed softly and slid into one of the empty booths.Blake lips part into a small smile." Really? Who held the feet and who held the shoulders?" He jokes sliding into the seat opposite to me.His elbows come to rest on the counter and his chin settles on top of his opened palm. His brow raised as he awaited my answer. He smirked when I rolled my eyes."You both dragged me by my feet. My poor body had been dragged like a dead body, no scratch that, like a sack of potatoes. You guys were merciless." I joked and wiped a fake tear underneath my
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Bestfriends Shouldn't Know How You Taste /Demiah13
Ashley's pov "Oh come on Ashley, you drive like a grandma. With the pace you're driving we'll reach our destination in a couple of years." Blake whined beside me. I turn to look at him then swiftly turn my eyes b
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Bestfriends Shouldn't Know How You Taste /Demiah13
Ashley's pov I chewed on my nails nervously as the sound of the ticking clock mocked me. My eyes peer at the clock and I nearly groaned aloud.
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Bestfriends Shouldn't Know How You Taste /Demiah13
Ashley's pov"Did you add salt in the pasta?" I asked Blake as I grated the cheese.He turns around, eyes wide. "Was I supposed to?" He winces.I halted my actions and pointed the half grated cheese at him." This is why I never let you in the kitchen." I huffed and went back to grating the cheese."So should I still add it?" He asked uncertainly.I lift my gaze from the grated cheese to him. I raise a brow. "Yes Blake you need to add salt." I giggled at his perplexed face.He snorted and turned around to focus on his task which was to mix the tomato sauce in the pasta. "I knew that.""Sure you did." I said dryly and rolled my eyes.A soft smile stretched on my lips. He wasn't the same Blake yet he still acted the same. It didn't make sense but I would rather have it this way than not having it at all.I moved the grater off the freshly grated cheese and placed it on
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Bestfriends Shouldn't Know How You Taste /Demiah13
Ashley's pov I groaned, dropping my head on the cold marble counter with my hands plastered onto it. I was halfway on the hard thing yet in my mind it was the softest pillow. I had been up all night editing a manuscript and I was not even halfway done. Not only was I tired but my mind just couldn't focus on my task. I was distracted. My eyes would drift towards my closed door every minute. He was just there and all I had to do was walk over to my door, open it and knock on his. But me being me, I just threw the covers over my body and snuggled more into my soft comfortable bed as my tired and slightly burning eyes stared at the tiny words on the computer. However I found myself reading the same line over and over until my eyes dropped down at the bottom right corner of my computer and read the time. It had been three a.m and yet I had not done half of my work. Muttering a silent curse I had decided to put my
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