Bestfriends Shouldn’t Know How You Taste Chapter 7


    It felt like an eternity. Just being in this position and  staring into his alluring eyes. His gaze flickered


    down to  my lips, his own parting slightly.


    I puffed out some air. “I think I’m able to stand now  ke.” I joked and forcefully let out augh. It


    comes  out strained and awkward.


    His blue eyes widen slightly, as if just realizing he was  still holding me. Within a second I was standing


    on the  ground, brushing my palms over my skirt awkwardly.


    I looked at ke catching him already staring at me. He  reaches over and twirls some curly strands of


    my hair,  tugging it yfully. “I love your hair.” Hepliments. I  had left it down and slightly curled it.


    He smirks when his  eyes drop down to stare at my leggings.


    “You look sexy.” His tone had taken on a husky one, one  that has my heart pounding in my chest, it’s


    rhythm  uncontroble. His eyes travel back up my body slowly,  the intensity leaving a tingling


    sensation in my lower  regions.


    His blue eyes ze over as they fall into my own.  “Though I would’ve preferred if you didn’t wear the


    leggings.” He grunt biting his lower lip.


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    My breathing elerated,ing in short puffs. I should  be used to ke’s constant yful flirting but


    I wasn’t.I


    wished he meant it.If only you knew what your flirting  did to me.


    “Are you guys going to stand here all night and gaze into  each other’s eyes?” Arden question. Hearing


    his voice felt  like an instant switch and I immediately felt my face heat  up with a blush.


    ke backed away a little, scratching the nape of his  neck.”Well we should get going, I’m sure Ryan is


    waiting  for us.”


    I nodded and we began to walk over to Ryan’s car. It felt  awkward but that was just probably me.


    When we were  both inside the car, it honestly felt tense. I stare out and  noticed Arden already had


    closed his window and put  down his curtains.


    “I have to pick up Stacy on the way.” He voices and  starts the car.


    I stiffen and turn to him. “Why didn’t you tell me this  sooner? I would’ve sat in the back.”


    He removes his eyes off the road for a second to stare at  me. “Stacy wouldn’t mind sitting in the back


    Ley.”


    I don’t answer him, instead I opt for silence. Stacy was  his girlfriend but I knew her. I knew the cruel,


    vindictive  girl thatys under all those heavy pounds of makeup. It  wouldn’t take a genius to know that


    she’ll be furious  when she sees me in the front with ke.


    The minutes tick by and the cares to aplete  stop. I look at the two story house. It was huge.


    A few  secondster the door opens and a tall blonde walks out.  Her long legs are on disy as she


    walks with those high  stilettos heels of hers.


    Her red shiny dress barely left anything to the  imagination as it stopped just below her bum.I tear my


    eyes away and wring my hands together. She looks  perfect while I look like something out of the


    gutter. It’s  no wonder ke only sees her.


    My thoughts are depressing but I couldn’t stop. I jolt  when she knocks on the window. I hold my breath


    and  turn to face a seething Stacy. She definitely isn’t pleased.  Her eyes have turned to steel, red


    tinted lips curling into  a snarl.


    She gestures for me to roll down my window and I do  just that. Cringing when her angry eyesnd on


    ke  then flicker back to me. “Move.” She says calmly.


    I nodded and reach for the handle but a hand on my  thigh stops me. I stilled, the contact of his palm


    leaves a  tingling feeling where it rest. “Stay.”


    Stacy’s eyes red with fury when her eyes zoned in on  ke’s hand on my thigh. He notices her line


    of vision  but doesn’t retract his hand. He looks at her and nods to  the back. “Stacy go sit in the back.”


    I squirmed when her heated eyes fall back to me. I  suddenly had the urge to just call it quits and go


    back  home. “I’m sitting in front ke.” She hisses. “Get out


    Ashley.” She snaps. My hand reach back over to the  handle but a firm squeeze from ke has me


    drawing  back.


    “Stop acting like a spoilt brat Stacy, just get in the back.”  ke groaned.


    Her eyes narrow. “I’m acting like a spoilt brat?” She  asked in disbelief. After a few minutes of them


    ring at  each other she finally sighs in defeat. “Fine.” She spits  then walks to the back and enters,


    banging the door  shut.


    What’s wrong with ke? The question floats through my  mind as I turn to face him. He only smiles,


    not revealing  exactly what’s on his mind. Was ke always this hard to  read?


    He retracts his hand away from my thigh. I hated to  admit it but even with theseyers of clothes I had


    on, I  suddenly felt cold.