Bestfriends Shouldn’t Know How You Taste Chapter 87


    “Did you add salt in the pasta.” I asked ke as I grated the cheese


    He turn around, cyes wide.


    “Was I supposed to?” He winces,


    Thalted iny actions and pointed the half grated cheese at him.” This is why I never let you in the


    kitchen.” Thuffed 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 ke 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 ke 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 ced it on the counter. I strutted over to ke


    who was busy stirring the pasta in the pan. I clutched the ss te that was piled with the shredded


    cheese.


    I bite my lip. The white shirt he wore showed off his toned back. It always reminded me of the day he


    fucked me inside the dressing room at one of the lingerie stores.


    There was a lengthy mirror that showed his back while he thrusted into me like his life had depended


    on it. It was sexy and every time I thought about it I would instantly get turned on.


    He turns around to face me as if sensing my gaze on him. My eyes widen and I felt the familiar feeling


    of heat in my cheeks. He smirks as though he knew what I was thinking.


    “Came just in time, I think it‘s ready for the cheese to be added.” He says. I tear my eyes away from


    him and clear my throat awkwardly as I near him.


    When I am beside the pan I quickly dump the cheese inside. ke is quick to start stirring. I hum. It


    smells delicious. “I love how wet and creamy it looks. I‘m certain it taste fucking great. ” ke murmurs.


    Somehow I knew he was not referring to the pasta. He removes the spoon from the pan and turns to


    face me. I do the same, my heart pounding as he stares at me. It‘s hard to read his emotions. He kept


    them hidden skillfully.


    Slowly he trails a finger down the wooden spoon and collects some of the creamy sauce. His eyes


    twinkle as he peers down at me with a soft smile tugging at the corner of his lips.


    “It‘s only right if you‘re the one who tastes it first. You‘re the chef afterall, I‘m just your helper.” He says


    mischievously.


    My breath catches in my throat when he pushes the finger coated with the sauce towards my


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    to clutch his hand and drew his finger into my mouth I lewe my eyes on his now darkened gaze ani


    swirl my tongue around his finger i immagine doing this to his cock, the way I always did. He watches


    my lips around his finger intently, not


    I sucked his finger lightly and a hoarse proan let his mouth. Seeing that I leased him enough i pull away


    and drop my hands. I smiled at him. “You were right, it taste really good. But I think we need to add


    some culi powder to spicen it up.”


    He looked dumbstruck as he peered down at me, llis lips were parted and I could clearly serwis pulse


    racing on his neck. He gulps and my eyes follow that action,


    A loud beep followed by the smell of burnt cake has us both moving out of the tradice. My yes widen as


    I quickly turned around, Smoke wasini: out of the oven.


    “Shit.” I cursed rushing over. I quickly turned it off then swiftly opened it I coupledas! fanned away the


    smoke.


    “Guess we‘ll be having burnt cake?” ke chuckles owlewardly. I art to face him and red. If he


    hadn‘t distracted me this wouldn‘t have happened.


    “The cake taste really good Ashley!” Reaganplimented me.


    I lift my eyes from the te and I raised a brow. She sat across from me, her blue eyes twinkling with


    mirth.“Now don‘t lie to me Reagan.We both know the cake tastes like crap.” managed tough.


    She shrugged.” It‘s the thought that counts. But it does taste good if you can get your mind oll the burnt


    taste.”


    My bottom lip worked into a small pout. “Now you‘re just being mean,” My eyes drop down to stare at


    my burnt cake. I poked it with the fork. Even the fork couldn‘t pierce it easily.


    Everyone burst into fits ofughter. “Ohe on guys take it easy on Ashley. Besides I am to be


    med too.”


    Ryn‘s eyes snap towards her son, her eyes portraying what she felt. Intrigue. “Really? You both are


    getting along just great.” The way she worded it out made it seem as if she was teasing us. She


    probably was.


    I shifted in my seat and lift the fork with the burnt cake to my parted mouth. “I give it a few more days


    and your memories wille back in no time Tyler. With the pace you guys are going y‘all will give Ace


    and I grand kids soon.” She said in a sly voice. A


    My eyes darted to ke who was beside me. And from my peripheral vision I could see how nervous


    he was. He lifted a hand behind his head and itched the back of his head. Hopefully away from the


    stitched up bullet wound.


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    He was nervous and ufortable but I was beyond embarrassed. Hearing your mother in


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    “Well she‘s been kind to me from the moment I‘ve been here.” He turns to face me and I quickly move


    my eyes away from him. “I did promise her to try, so that‘s what I‘m doing. But it‘s too soon to think that


    my memories wille back right away.” Ryn waves a hand in dismissal and pushes a forkful of cake


    in her mouth. “You just need something to jolt that memory. I say you two make out, you know act like a


    married couple. The way you guys were before all this happened.”


    I could already sense ke‘s nervousness, smell it even. He was not ready to talk about this. He was


    beyond ufortable and I think everyone noticed this except for Ryn. So I decided to move the


    attention off ke.


    “So Reagan, any new boy we should know about? You‘re in yourst year afterall.” I asked her. She


    chokes on the cake while I sensed the shift of the air. Someone was furious.


    “No boy willy their dirty hands on my daughter. Not when I am still alive.” Ace hissed. He and Ryn


    soon began to argue while Reagan tried to ease his mind. I smiled. That‘s my family.


    I could feel ke‘s eyes on me and I turned to stare at him. He sends me a grateful smile which I


    returned with a grin of my own then turned away from him. I saved him from more awkwardness but


    deep down my heart was aching. Did he not have any feelings for me? Was Ryan wrong?