The Carrero Heart - Beginning (Friends to Lovers)

Chapter 18: 18

He watches me for a few seconds before reaching out and catches my hand across the table, interlacing my fingers in his in a gesture that makes me instantly forget how much of an ass he’s been all morning.

“I’m glad you came home with me, glad that we talked and had ‘us’ time.” Smiling at me honestly, no cool guard up and I melt back at him, all moods fluttering away in the light of that smile.

“Me too.” I pull my hand away as I see ‘Madame of the kitchen’ coming our way with plates and a dish towel slung over one arm. Even though I know there’s nothing in it, it makes me uncomfortable, her seeing when he’s being warmly affectionate. She smiles brightly, completely pleased with herself no doubt, for her culinary masterpiece, as she slides two plates of pancakes in front of us.

Or should I say two plates of weird looking ‘splat’ cakes swimming in a white fluid of some sort that has coated lumpy bits of I don’t know, under its surface. I blink at it in confusion, mouth snapping shut as she kisses Arrick on the cheek sweetly and stands back to admire her offerings with pride. I have to curb the urge to screw my face up and point at it dramatically, a sense of disappointment coming over me in an outraged wave.

What the actual…

“You two eat, I’m going to clean myself up in your bathroom. I made a mess of my clothes.” She smiles affectionately, pointing at a tiny little dot of batter on her floaty dress and shakes her head. She leans down and lays the towel over my lap for me, as though I’m a child who clearly leaves a mess, and then moves off towards his room while untying the apron I only now realize she’s wearing.

Who the hell brings and wears an apron to cook? And yet still gets food on her dress!

and obviously anemic attempt at a pancake with my fork as soon as she is out of earshot, alarmed to hear it fall back off with an actual thud. I lift the plate to check it hasn’t cracked through and

a laugh, goes to dig into his

tries not to

Starving yet unable to offend my mouth what whatever the hell this is. My stomach is doing the rhumba, but there’s no way in hell I’m going

going to hurt her feelings.” Arrick frowns at me, but those dimples

hate to think what he actually eats when she’s here. Maybe that’s why he indulges me in takeout a lot, so he can get a decent meal when

have never cooked anything edible in your life. Do you remember how many times my mom tried to teach you? Do you remember the brownies you made, Sophs?” Arrick chews pauses and swallows without trying

chuckles involuntarily and then glances around in alarm in case she heard him. He frowns back at me with a warning look to stop, but

a long drive, and she didn’t need to come over and cook breakfast for us. She’s just being a sweetheart, like always.” He scolds me

or just cooked them for me instead. Your pancakes reign supreme, especially next to these. I want real food.” I frown and make a stab at spearing fruit, something I recognize as

like organic plain yogurt, and not even the nice flavored stuff that doesn’t taste like

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