The Carrero Heart - Beginning (Friends to Lovers)

I inhale deeply, savoring the memory as I wander into the middle of Arrick’s apartment from the elevator, while he follows with our bags and dumps them by the end of the couch as I take in the open-plan space with joy. I haven’t been here in months and its sheer familiarity is making me feel calm, like coming home. Instantly still inside, like breathing warm soothing air after being out in the cold and I inhale slowly, the atmosphere washing over me. Welling up at how much I missed this place too. It smells like home-cooked food, men’s aftershave, leather, books, and something familiar and clean. It’s a weird combination but it’s how it always smells, bringing back so many mixed emotions.

Arrick’s apartment has always been a place I love to be, as it’s so very him; modern mixed with traditional. Open plan and industrial, yet with old battered armchairs and new comfy couches. A mix of old bookcases and steel framed shelves holding a collection of books, decorative pieces and picture frames. Walls lined with both abstract art and photographic prints in an array of wood, metal, and concrete frames. He has very male tastes, yet he is also a little eclectic and sentimental.

His kitchen is all steel and dark wood, minimal, and usually immaculate, but I notice a discarded box on the counter and what appears to be a broken picture frame on the surface next to it with a mess of glass spread carelessly across it and the floor. I move towards it impulsively, but he stops me with a hand on my shoulder, frowning at the sight of it and steps out in front of me to go towards it.

“I’ll deal with it.” He throws me a light smile and leaves me to get myself comfy. Left to look around and reacquaint myself with my home away from home.

I pull off my coat and glance over to see him picking up the pieces until he pulls the picture free, looks it over, and then leans in to look over the box that is sat open. He frowns harder and reaches inside, lifting out a book and dropping it back in.

“Tasha. She was supposed to pick up what was left of her stuff and leave my key card back with Frank. Guess she was a lot more pissed than I gave her credit for.” He drops the photo in the box and turns to open a cupboard to retrieve a brush and pan to clear up the mess. I wander over, eyeing up the broken shards and lean up to catch a glimpse inside the box. The picture is facing up, a love portrait picture of Arrick and Natasha at a wedding or party, leaning in together to pose. I can’t say it doesn’t affect me because it does. A horrible sick feeling and a wave of chest pain that I try to push away.

Underneath is an assortment of things I recognize as Arrick’s; a sweater he wears a lot when he trains, and I have even worn on the odd occasion, a book, some DVDs, a couple of T-shirts and some toiletries. I move away, not wanting to keep coming back to the picture staring up at me. Looking at the broken frame instead.

“She broke this? Why?” I lift my hand to touch the picture frame, to wipe away some of the shards scattered across it, but Arrick catches my hand in mid-air.

“You’ll cut yourself, baby, let me clear it up.” He kisses my hand before moving it back and letting it go, to sweep off the pieces quickly. I watch him quietly, keeping my hands out of the way and try to let this go, let any talk of her go over my head.

“My guess is she came here when she landed, and this is her way of telling me to go fuck myself. It wasn’t exactly pleasant this morning.” He furrows his brow as he opens another cupboard and throws the pan contents in a concealed trash can. Domestically capable and showcasing his pretty hot physique when doing anything manual, like bending and showing off an ogle worthy tight ass.

“This was your picture?” I can tell by the style of the frame that it matches ones he has in his bedroom. The grey concrete frames, too masculine for the dainty pink and floral tastes of Natasha. I hate that she came here and broke something that belonged to him, even if she was in it too.

“It was. It was still sitting in my study along with stuff I had for her to pick up.” As though suddenly reminding himself, he turns and walks off to the side of the room to go check and comes back with a box. He places it next to Natasha’s box and lifts the lid, looking inside and chewing on his lip. “She’s taken what she wants I guess.” He closes it again and piles the two boxes together. Sliding them farther over to the corner of the counter to deal with later, eyeing me up warily. Attention coming back to me now that he has dealt with her little tantrum and I stare back at him with a heavy sigh.

“If you broke up over two months ago, why are you now only trading items?” I eye him suspiciously, watching the small shake of his head as he looks at me with an indulgent appraisal and a raised brow, seeing hints of the green-eyed me coming out to play. My direction on this topic is clearly unsettling him, and he probably thinks a storm is brewing, considering the delicate nature of this particular subject.

what with us and her dad, so I didn’t see it as majorly important. I guess this sort of symbolizes that she finally realizes we are done and not going back.” He

impulsive instinct to ban all conversation that concerns Natasha. I want to know more about what’s been going

turned out to be a major shithead, to both of you.” Arrick turns and switches on his coffee machine, pulling out the drawer compartments to check if his housekeeper has refilled it and then hits the front power button. Turning back to me with a sigh, eyes scanning me softly. I

makes my heart soar and insides react. I am too wary to really show him anything just yet still feeling this out. Arrick’s face seems to straighten

need to be honest about this. I still answer her calls and I still talk to her if I run into her somewhere. I don’t make a point of seeing her, but sometimes she shows up. I’m still her friend and I want her to move on; if being in her life for a while longer helps her then that’s what I’m going to do. This stuff with her dad sealed the deal, she isn’t in a good place right now. I don’t want this to affect us, but I don’t want to hide this from you either.” Arrick leans his butt on the counter across from me so his head comes closer, catching my chin with his fingertips and tilting my face up to him tenderly. So much going on in those eyes of his and I

same mistake twice. I know where my heart is, Sophs, it’s always wherever you are.” His focus on my face is mesmerizing, I bring my brows together and swallow hard in a bid to get my emotions to behave. Smiling softly, acknowledging that I do love what he is telling me, trying to show a little more to him when he’s

arms encircling my waist as he rests his body against me. My stomach lurching, heart aching as

pour out concerning his speech about her, but I know how immature and selfish that would make me. I know she is close to her parents and her father’s illness will be ripping her. Being a nurse means she probably knows without any doubt that he is dying. I flinch at the wave of deep guilt concerning her and it cements my inability

Selfish girl.

face into the crook of my shoulder, letting me sag into him and I let out a small sigh of satisfaction, contentment. He’s learning fast in such a short space of time how to weaken my resolve, how to touch me for maximum impact. I always knew he was clever at certain things, I guess

way with anyone, even Natasha. That has to tell you how I feel about you.” He pushes me gently with his knees behind my legs, so I into his hold. I push my butt back into his groin naughtily in retaliation, the mood lifting at his playfulness. Pushing all other thoughts aside, for

throat, closing my eyes at how it feels to be in his arms this way. So many

always just touched you, hugged you, held your hand and been comfortable being attached to you, even when it was innocent. I have always wanted you with me, no matter how often I saw you. You were my shadow for years and it’s only now I realize it’s because I wanted to be with you all the time, that touching you was a necessity.” He turns me in his arms, so I can rest my butt against the counter, his fingers trailing down my exposed arms, making them tingle. Eyes locked on

saying, eyes glazed with emotion. There’s a lump in my throat from how beautifully romantic Arrick can be, underneath all the cool and aloof

journey with our friends and Nathan was minus Jake; just a group of hungover people going back to the city. Nathan and Christian slept for the hour-long flight while Jenny gazed out the window daydreaming sleepily, leaving Arrick and me together. Side by side with hands held under cover of the table and I leaned my head against him. Listening to his heartbeat as he read a book and I napped in and out of consciousness. He hadn’t let go until we got up to leave the plane,

serious deadpan focus on my lips. He is easy to read when you know how, and I love the fact that he seems to want to kiss me endlessly. Even when he isn’t kissing me, he’s usually thinking about it. “There is definitely a lot of fire and passion underneath that very sexy chest, waiting to get out I think.” I prod him in the pec with a smile. Loving the way it feels to be able to touch him without any boundaries, or hesitation. I feel like exploring every part of him with inquisitive fingers and have to stop myself from lifting his

while. Or maybe I just didn’t have enough sexual chemistry with anyone to let it out, until you.” He grins cheesily

have.” I slide out of his embrace and flit into the kitchen as the coffee jug starts to fill up, reaching for mugs in the cupboard above. He moves to where I’d been standing and takes up the same

for you. Want to have a jacuzzi out on the roof and then come down here for a movie before bed? Pretty sure there’s a bikini you left here

that night, before forcing me to go to bed in his spare room. Shrugging it away I glance

smile, completely serious. Not against seeing that perfectly sculpted body of tanned skin and black ink again, since it