The Carrero Heart - Beginning (Friends to Lovers)

I’ve endured being yelled at, hugged and cried on. Yelled at some more, by various members of my family, and I’m now standing in the last address on my tick list of people I owe apologies to. So far, I’ve stood up to it well, and in the end, most of them, minus Leila, have forgiven me for my disappearing act.

Leila is being Leila, and no doubt will come around after she calms down; luckily, her husband, Daniel, is good at restraining her and my apology was pretty much shouted from behind Arrick as Mr. Hunter. kept her lassoed in his arms across their lounge. I’m sure that even Arrick would have little to no chance of being any sort of interference if she actually flew for me. Leila’s an actual psycho.

Now I’m standing in Emma’s kitchen, while her housekeeper alerts her to our presence. Arrick checks his watch, standing beside me with an arm casually around my shoulder. I’ve literally given up trying to point out that maybe he shouldn’t keep touching me, knowing that it’s natural for him, it always has been. We were always this way, and he can’t break the habit of an entire friendship that easily. To him, touching me, being close to me this way, is like breathing, and would be more awkward if he stood feet apart with a gap between us.

As much as I like to think that Jake and he are not alike, I guess he does have that same touchy-feely thing going for him when it’s someone he is really close to anyway.

“Jake should be arriving home any minute, when he gets here, we’ll go out and give you two a little time.” He kisses my temple reassuringly, causing me to become a bundle of nerves I’m not sure it relates to seeing Emma at all. He knows how important Emma is to me and I want to be alone with her to talk properly.

“Sophie”. Emma’s voice rings out from behind us and she envelops me as soon as she walks in, that bump making an awkward obstacle, but it feels better than good and instantly I lose all the fear and tension in those loving little arms. Emma pulls back and regards me closely.

pulls me back towards the low table to our familiar place to chat. Arrick lingers back as the housekeeper follows and

at the kitchen table, while the housekeeper lays out the glasses and cakes in front of us, freshly baked I guess,

told me that you have big plans ... How about you tell me all about them.” Emma beams at me, smiles past me at Arry too, appreciatively. I’m feeling less uptight now I’m

on cue, the appearance of Jake behind Arrick at the door causes major disturbances with his children running crazily in with him and chasing off after the nanny in a fit of screaming giggles; obviously on a sugar high that Jake has inflicted, and he tries to hide the empty ice cream wrappers

us. Ignoring our presence until he has stuck his tongue down his wife’s throat for a minute, and the only thing I can do is lean away to give his ass room to get

little less pornographically and runs a finger over his scruffy, stubbly chin with hugely adoring eyes locked on his. Close enough to make feel incredibly awkward, but Jake has never cared about making a scene when it comes to her.

He winks suggestively, leans back in, and kisses her, with a smile, lingering a moment, rubbing noses, and grazing his thumb across her cheek in a cute sensual move before pulling back and suddenly noticing we are

like to be that way with someone

way he’s looking at the text he received, something in that expression telling me it’s Natasha, as he types a reply with an unreadable frown across his face, honed in and blanking us all out. I can’t help the jolt in my chest, or the way my eyes keep wandering to him, wondering what they are saying to each other

he ruffles my hair affectionately, dragging my somber expression back to him, he smiles,