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  Blake.” I joked and forcefully let out a laugh. 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 Blake catching him already staring at me. He  reaches over and twirls some curly strands of my hair,  tugging it playfully. “I love your hair.” He compliments. 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  uncontrollable. His eyes travel back up my body slowly,  the intensity leaving a tingling sensation in my lower  regions.

His blue eyes glaze 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.

My breathing accelerated, coming in short puffs. I should  be used to Blake’s constant playful flirting but I wasn’t.I

it.If only you knew

his voice felt  like an instant switch and I immediately felt my face heat 

  neck.”Well we should get going, I’m sure Ryan is waiting 

 awkward but that was just probably me. When we were  both inside the car, it honestly felt tense. I

have to pick up Stacy on the way.” He

stiffen and turn to him. “Why didn’t you tell

for a second to stare at  me. “Stacy

knew the cruel, vindictive  girl that lays under all those heavy pounds of makeup. It  wouldn’t take a genius to know that she’ll be furious  when

huge. A few  seconds later the door opens and a tall blonde

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

on the window. I hold my breath and  turn to face a seething Stacy. She definitely isn’t pleased.  Her eyes have turned to

that. Cringing when her angry eyes land on Blake  then flicker back

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