Bestfriends Shouldn’t Know How You Taste novel Chapter 102

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Ashley’s pov

I decided to drop Blake home before going to Rosalie’s apartment. Lord only knows how long I’d be there. I didn’t want him to have to wait for me for long.

I was happy he understood but I could tell by the look in his eyes, he was equally as disappointed as me that our kiss was interrupted. I smiled, lifting a finger to touch my bottom lip. It still tingled from his kisses and I could still feel his fingers on my body. Oddly I could still feel the heat of his touch and the way he tasted. It was like he branded me without knowing

“Ashley, get your ass up here now!”

Startled, I flinch bakwards until I bonked my head on the seat. Looking out of the window I’m surprised to see Rosalie head peeking out of the window of her apartment.

Her now short hair messily falls over her face as she glares down at me across the street where my car was parked. “Hurry up!” She shouts and disappears back into her room. Shaking my head slightly at her dramatic actions I got out of the car, slamming the door shut. “She better have been in need of help and not being dramatic.” I grumble under my breath as I cross the quiet and empty street.

I felt my shirt clinging to me like a second skin because of the sweat that currently drenched me from head to toe. I barely did anything in that gym other than knock down a kid.

Okay that sounds really bad by saying it like that. So let me rephrase it.

I knocked down a teen boy with a boastful mouth in less than a minute and I was sweating buckets like I had been at it for hours.

How was Blake not grossed out by my sweat?

“Good Morning.” I greeted a middle aged woman who had been walking down the stairs. Bag at her sides and hair in a neat plait.

“It’s afternoon now.” She smiles.

My eyebrows raised and I looked down at my phone, switching it on. It read twelve thirty. How long had Blake and I been in the gym? The woman walks past me as I stride up the stairs. Honestly I was happy Rosalie‘s room wasn‘t far up. Room four, room six, room eight. I mumbled inwardly as I peered around. Room ten. Smirking, I knocked on the door with more force than needed. Take it as payback for disturbing Blake and I.

“Christ Ashley I’m coming, I’m coming!” I hear her yell on the other side of the door She opens the door and my fist haltsmid air i smiled at her sheepishly and put my hand down

“This had beller be an emergency for real Rosalie, you disturbed me from something, important “I grumble walking into her apartment.

I’m surprised to ser Kimberly there she was seated on the sofa rubbing her tiny bump. I felt a pang I wanted that. I sighed. I guess I’ll have to wait. Even though Blake kissed me and showed that he was altracted to me too didn’t mean he’d want more with me.

I forced out the sad thoughts and walked over to Kimberly who lifts her head from her belly and smiles at me warınly. “Hey Kim, did Ryan drop you off here, I didn’t notice your car parked outside?” I question as I sat down beside her on the sofa. She nods. “Yeah.” She utters then rolls her eyes. “He refuses to let me drive on my own.” She murmurs with a hint of annoyance in her voice.

She groans. “Tell me about it. I’m honestly afraid of the day when I’m going to be in labor. Or when the baby is actually here. God only knows what he’d do.” I snorted, agreeing with her. “Just promise to not kill my bestfriend if he gets a little overbearing?”

“Guys I’m in serious dip shit and you both are having the time of y’all lives.” Rosalie whines walking over to us.

I finally looked at her attire. She looked like she had just woken up, soft cotton shorts and a thin shirt. That was her normal sleeping attire. Dropping my eyes to her feet I laugh inwardly. Of course leave it to Rosalie to earn a pair of bunny slippers. 1 Leaning towards Kimberly, I whispered softly. “Any idea why she called us here?” I question.

“No idea. She just mentioned that she needed my help and I should come alone as soon as possible.” Kimberly replies softly while staring at Rosalie. “She’s not planning a murder is she?” I whispered back.

I leaned away from Kimberly and smiled sheepishly at Rosalie. “So why have you summoned us here Rosa? What’s wrong?” I asked.