Bestfriends Shouldn’t Know How You Taste

Chapter 106

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Blake‘s pov

What was wrong with her? I’ve been asking myself this for hours. What could I have possibly done wrong to have her treat me so coldly? Did I kiss her too soon? Did she think I had kissed her because I only wanted to fuck her?

I groan and turned on my back and stared at the ceiling. The dinner was horrible. Not her cooking skills, no, she really could open her own damn restaurant.

It was horrible because no matter how many times I wanted to converse with her, she’d give me curt replies, turn her eyes away and stab at her food like she was in her own little world.

I will admit, I felt like shit. Like I had done something wrong. I did ask her if I did, but she only answered with a vague no and in her words, ‘you could never do anything wrong, I’m fine, just tired.’

Was this how it felt to have a wife and not know what you did wrong when they were mad?

Wife. Referring to her as my wife felt so strange yet so right at the same time. It was weird waking up from a coma only to know that you’re married to one of the most beautiful women on earth. I sighed remembering the day I woke up from the coma.

She looked so lost that day, so tired and sad. And I treated her like shit. Why? Because at that moment she was a stranger to me and the strong attraction and pull i felt towards her scared me completely.

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My first thought when I saw her face was, why the hell would I feel such a way for a stranger? Why can she pull me in by just one look? And what really broke me was the moment I heard her crying. It fucking broke me because I did this to her, I made her cry. I sighed shifting around on the bed. It was so late and I couldn’t sleep. I felt like a weight was pushing on my chest by the very thought of Ley mad at me. I grunted slamming my fisted hands on the bed. “I wish I knew what you were thinking in that pretty little head of yours.” I murmur. My head snap to the door, wishing she’d walk through at this very second. I snorted amused at my own thoughts. Why would she even come to you? I draw my eyes to the clock on the nightstand. It was already twelve forty. Late, yet I can’t seem to sleep. I groaned, turning on my belly, pressed my cheeks to the mattress and clenched my eyes shut.

I open my eyes, grunting when I felt the soreness in my body. I clench something tight in my hands. My eyes draw to my hands and I‘m startled to see how my fingers clutched a AR–15 rifle firmly as if it was my life force.

eyes to my attire.It wasn‘t normal clothes, no. Was I

air. I lift my eyes, narrowing them

bodies. Dead bodies of soldiers. Their blood oozed around them like their very own

back to whatever protected me from getting shot. Was this a dream? It did not feel like it. It felt

bullets hit the sand, so close to my foot. My

liquid. Drawing it back and looking at it, I noticed it was

A man my age, a soldier and oddly I knew his name. How had I not noticed

to get moving.” I groan, looking

and the

looked around and noticed that there was a massize boulder where soldiers were seeking cover while shooting back at those who wanted us dead. It seemed like a better choice than staying here

I pant. The air felt foggy and stuffed with gases which made it difficult to breathe. I

this post, I lost my helmet when the vehicle flipped.” Saeed pant beside me. I turn to him and indeed he did not have a helmet to protect

it to him. He looked confused. “You can‘t give me

pushing it into his arms. “Just

particular turns towards us and shouts. “I’ll

or never man. You ran ahead

small picture and I smiled. It was a picture of Ley.

She was my angel

the picture to my lips and kissed it. “I promise I’ll come back

turned to Saeed.

eyes shut and pressed my back on the vehicle. I listened carefully. One.

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