The Carrero Heart - Beginning (Friends to Lovers)

“Okay, what about The Princess Bride?” I blink at him hopefully. My love of retro classics is my only weakness, besides shoes and clothes that is … oh and sugar, and junk food. So, I may have a lot of vices besides old movies. Shoot me.

“You do know you are not an eighties kid, right? That your weird love of crazily old movies for someone so young is abnormal?” Arrick walks back to me carrying hot mugs and I turn to follow his progress when he gets back around beside me, moving to let him sit down and then curl back up close to him when he slides back. He runs his arm along the back of the chair over my head, so I have his armpit in my face. It’s just as well he always smells good.

“I hung about with an old man through my most important developmental years, and he must have rubbed off on me.” I throw back deadpan at him, met with a palm in the face which squashes my nose as he smears what’s left of my makeup further down with the motion.

“Hey!” I slap it away, that annoying person he can be starting to come out now all the emotional serious stuff is out of the way. This is the real him that I miss. The infuriating brother figure, annoyingly immature at times, despite his overall Mr. Mature. persona. That dude who holds me down and tickles me to death until I yield. The one who opened my world to a whole host of annoying behaviors and practical jokes at my expense.

“Less of the old … I happen to not even be in my prime yet.” He settles back and lifts his mug with his free hand before returning to the armpit in the face pose, taking a drink of coffee I know will be like tar. He takes his black, super strong and with no sugar; disgusting if you ask me. I like mine with cream and sweet, and he always makes it perfectly.

“Still getting on in years, soon be losing this, developing a man podge and wearing house slippers.” I pat his very firm and toned flat abdomen in jest with a raised brow of knowingness.

with a sugar

lucky that I have an athletic shape and fast metabolism. Despite having a decent set of breasts on me, I have a pretty toned boyish body with a little extra curve on the ass. I guess all that dancing in high shoes and walking around the city

prods me in the stomach. I flinch and collapse back down with an ‘ooft’ noise and shove him in the shoulder in outrage. Focusing on the screen and list of movie icons the same

two movies from the list he has labeled ‘Sophie’s Crap’ saved to his TV because of me. I frown at the new caption on the list and give him

‘The Dark Crystal’. We both know it’s secretly your favorite movie of all time!” I prod him in the cheek childishly, right in

even do this shit for you?” He sighs heavily and picks the movie, pressing a button with the remote held up before throwing it down on the couch next to

when I’m comfy and settled, curled up like a kid

I get that inner creep of guilt once more that he should have eaten by now. Not that it lasts long as I am also

my finger and sticks it in his mouth with a completely satisfied look on his face. I squeal in disgust, yank my hand back fast and start wiping his saliva on his shirt in a frenzy of cringe, screwing up my face as he grins at me smugly. He knows how

I scold him and slap his shoulder hard enough to get a decent sounding ‘whap’ noise. He remains unmoved and doesn’t even acknowledge it. Mind you,