Bestfriends Shouldn't Know How You Taste novel Chapter 59

Chapter 59 - Bestfriends Shouldn’t Know How You Taste 
I turn to face him and stumble back when I see that he is closer  than I originally thought. “Blake.” I breathed out staring at his  tired face. 
Dark circles have now made underneath his eyes their home. His  beautiful blue eyes that I love are dimmed from its usual light.  He looked like he had not slept for days. 
“Do you know how hard it was for me to be thinking about you  so damn much and knowing that I couldn’t come to see you?  Why? Because you refused to pick up my calls.” He croaked,  hands in the front pocket of his jeans. 
I swallowed the lump in my throat and looked around us. I  noted that we had gained the attention of everyone around us.  “Maybe we should talk about this more privately.” 
He looks around us then nods. I close the locker and was  startled to feel his warm fingers wrap around my wrist.  Electricity hums through his touch and travels through my  entire body. 
I gasp as he leads us to an empty cla*sroom and locks the door.  I cross my arms under my breast in nerves when he turns  around to face me. “Is it private enough for you?” The way he  says it makes me think that I did something bad. 
I furrow my brows. ” Why did you say it like that?” I question in  confusion. 
He leans his back on the door and crosses his arms. “Why did  you want to keep us a secret? Are you ashamed of being with  me?” 
His question has me stumbling back in shock. My eyes are wide  as I stare at him. What had brought on this question? 

never be ashamed of you Blake.” I 
What  is it Ashley, why do you keep running away from 
Blake. I only kept us a secret because I do not think everyone  was ready to know that we were a couple.” I his jaw ticking in irritation. “You always do did you really sleep with her two weeks after the party?” I hissed  my heart was aching. I felt like I was on the  brink of a melt down. “UnF*cking-believable.” I shake my head  looking away him. “Look at me.” He says firmly. I  do not, instead I bite my lower lip me 
volume of his 
fully gave me your heart because somewhere deep inside, you  thought I would eventually betray you. You him  say those words shook me and made me realize that he was  partly right. you know that. ” I 
my insecurities. I mean look  at me.” I laughed without humor and swept my eyes over my  form. “I could never compete with Stacy or your other  girlfriends. So yes I did guard my heart for any incoming  you F*cking see  that I don’t care about the other girls? The only girl I care 
to answer your question, no I did not sleep with Stacy two  weeks after the party. She came to the gym and I told her to  leave. The girl and I never spoke again after that.” 
sighs and move away from the door and walks to me. “I  want you to trust me Ley.” He breathes out and tucks a tendril  behind my ear. “I 
Why was I worried? I could trust Blake with my life 

Then I remembered the big elephant in the room. “Did you talk  to Stacy?” Why was my heart beating so quick to know the  answer? It was obvious. I was scared. 
He nods reluctantly. “I did and I talked to my parents. They’re  going to make her do a paternity test to prove that I am the  father. That is if she is even pregnant.” He grumbles. “I am a  hundred percent sure that the bitch is faking it or lying about  me being the father.” 
I bite my lip to stifle a laugh at the way he said it. “Hey now  don’t go bad mouthing your future baby mama.” I joked. 
His eyes narrow. “The only future baby mama I’ll only have is  you. Ofcourse when you’re ready, I’ll be happy to fill you with  my sperm.” He smirks. 
A blush heats up my cheeks and I turn away. He chuckles. I look  at the window and notice a silhouette in the corner, hidden  behind bushes. I could hardly figure out if it were male or  female. 
Whoever it was disappears upon noticing that I had infact  spotted them. I stiffen, blood draining from my face as I  remember the photo. Were they trying to get another one? 
“What’s wrong?” Blake asks in worry. 
I turn to him. “Stacy is the least of our problems Blake. We have  more pressing matters.” 
“What do you mean?” He asked in confusion. 
I reach in my bag and pull out the envelope. Biting my bottom  lip in anxiety I pa*s it over to him. “Open it.” I told him. His  brows are furrowed but he does as told. 
His jaw clenches as he takes a step back away from me.He  examines it with anger and turns it around. “Who the F*ck took  this?” He grits out looking at me. Blatant fury is written on his  face.