Bestfriends Shouldn’t Know How You Taste

Bestfriends Shouldn’t Know How You Taste Chapter 29

Blake has been giving me the silent treatment the entire ride home. He wasn’t exactly my number one fan right now. Not after hearing that I didn’t want to press charges against the boy I now know as Peter William.

I sighed and rest my head that was protected by the helmet on his back. I feel him visibly stiffen before he relaxes. My hands were securely around his waist, loving the prominent shape of abs through his thin shirt.

The sight of my house is now visible and I sigh. I didn’t want to be alone right now in fact I wanted to stay like this forever. Though it’s impossible I wish for it. Blake parks the motorcycle beside the walkway.

It belonged to his mom and she gifted it to him when he showed interest in what others considered a death trap. He holds it dear to his heart. In his words ‘it was his baby’.

I remove the helmet, shaking my hair out. It wouldn’t matter it still was as ruffled as before. Blake removes his helmet and then helps me down.

“Thank you.” I said and kept my head down while adjusting the straps of the bag.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” That was the second time he asked me this.

The first was after I had spoken to his mom, then after hearing what I told her, he stayed mute after voicing out his anger towards my decision. So it was heartwarming that he asked me even though he was still mad.

I finally got the courage to look up and instantly our eyes are locked. I missed this, I missed how close we were before everything changed between us. Was it bad that I wanted to tell him how much I loved him right there and then?

I nodded to his question and found myself smiling a little. “I promise that I’m fine Blake.” Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

Was I really fine? I could still feel Peter’s slimy hands all over my body. Touching me where I only wanted one person to touch. The image floats back