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!

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

laugh, goes to dig into his flat white offering, drowning in what I think is yogurt and maybe some kind of

tries not to

My stomach is doing the rhumba, but there’s no way in

takes my diet seriously; she’s just being a good girlfriend and doing her best. You’re going to hurt her feelings.” Arrick frowns at me, but those dimples on display are a clear sign he’s trying not

have flour, and maybe color to them.” I point out with a serious expression; sheer disbelief on my face that she actually thinks this stuff is edible. I 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

Do you remember the brownies you made, Sophs?” Arrick chews pauses and

him and this time he chuckles involuntarily and then glances around in alarm

she didn’t need to come over and cook breakfast for us. She’s just being a sweetheart, like always.” He scolds me gently, pushing my foot under the table

wish she hadn’t, you would have taken me for something I might actually like, 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 edible anyway. Possibly a blueberry, but it’s

even the nice flavored stuff that doesn’t taste like

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