Bestfriends Shouldn't Know How You Taste novel Chapter 16

Chapter 16 - Bestfriends Shouldn’t Know How You Taste 
“You’re late.” Mr. Simon says in a blunt scowl. I  halt in the doorway, bracing my palm on the  wooden door frame. Heat started in my neck and  radiated upward into my cheeks. 
I shifted on my feet in discomfort. My green eyes  dart to the circular clock on the far wall. He was  right, I was exactly five minutes late. 
I move my eyes away from the clock to scan  around the cla*s. Everyone’s eyes were on me,  studying me, waiting for whatever excuse I would  give. 
But I didn’t have any, somehow my brain seemed  to not function properly this early. Or it was  probably the alcohol that still lingered in my body. 
“Sorry, it won’t happen again sir.” I said softly,  closing the wooden door behind me. 
“Just get to your partner and start working.” He  huffs, leaning back on the leather seat. 

I gulped and with a quick nod strutted to the back.  My head was lowered as I move around desks. I  could hear their whispering, their giggles of humor. 
It made me feel like a tiny ant under a microscope.  I hated it. come late to cla*s Ley?”  Blake’s voice has a teasing tone to it. A delicious  fluttering started in my abdomen 
in beside him. I place my bag  on the table before us. “Well there’s a first for  everything.” My attempt at humor seemed 
 happened. I should’ve never gone to the party in  the first place. Everything now just felt awkward 
as I look at the contents on the  table, well more specifically the two animals layed  on the table. A dead frog was neatly placed inside  a decent size gla*s tray before 
stare at the poor  animal. “What exactly are we supposed to be  doing?” I asked nervously, my throat as his piercing  blue eyes lock into my own. I’m left panting for air 
I can’t 
My eyes widen in  horror as I snap my eyes to Mr Simon. He 
 before I could stop it. It comes out loud and  accusing. Mr. Simon dark brows furrowed in  confusion before 
Grey. Do your work and  I’ll do mine. If you want to be graded I’d suggest  you start dissecting.” He hisses and crosses 
last night.” Blake jokes in a  hushed tone then pokes my sides. Squirming at  the ticklish didn’t affect him the way that it had done  to me. Maybe Blake had 
Blake kindly placed  before me. I slip them on slower than necessary. I  felt the delicate latex wrap around my finger wasn’t exactly the question I  wanted to ask. 
 far from the truth. But I refrain, it will only make  things more awkward than it already was. He tried  to hide it but I could sense the tension between 
“No. But when does Ryan ever be early for  school?” He chuckles. He had a point. Ryan was 
never early and he was supposed to be in this  cla*s. At Least he was missing dissecting a frog. 
I looked at the small creature that was once alive  and full of life. With a sigh I reach over for the tiny  knife for dissecting. My hands shook as I clutched  the cold metal and draw it to the small frog. 
I swallow twice before backing away. “I can’t do  it.” I shook my head. Blake clutches on to my hand  and brings me closer to him. I stilled and later  relaxed when he brushed his thumb on my skin to  calm me down. 
“It’s fine bambina, I’ll help you.” He promises then  guides me back to the table. He settles himself at  the back of me and my breath hitches when his  front presses into my back. 
I quickly look around to see if anyone was looking  at our new position. We were at the back  thankfully and since Ryan hasn’t shown up it was  only Kiana that sat on the opposite side of us. 
But she hardly spared us a glance, to focus on  enjoying dissecting a frog to care about her  surroundings. Mr. Simon was too busy snoring to  notice either. 
Blake’s palm burns through the latex that covered  my hand as he holds it. His other hand slides on  my waist and stays there firmly. My heart leaps as  he draws me more into him. Until I could feel  every inch of his muscular physique. 
Tingles are creating havoc in my body at his  actions and I’m almost panting for air. His hand  guides me to the frog and starts dissecting. His  head dips until his lips brush against the flesh of  my ear. 
“I can’t stop thinking about last night.” He  whispers while helping me cut open a dead frog.