Chapter 111
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-
n 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 ce too. It
smells like home-cooked food, men’s aftershave, leather, books, and something familiar and clean. It’s
a weirdbination but it’s how it always smells, bringing back so many mixed emotions.
Arrick’s apartment has always been a ce I love to be, as it’s so very him; modern mixed with
traditional. Open n and industrial, yet with old battered armchairs and newfy 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 immacte, 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
ss 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 myselffy. Left to look around and
reacquaint myself with my home away from home.
I pull off my coat and nce 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 asion, a book, some DVDs, a couple of T-shirts and some
toiletries. I move away, not wanting to keeping 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 shended, 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 andes back with a
box. He ces 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 withter, eyeing me up warily. Attentioning 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 meing out to y. My direction on this topic is clearly unsettling
him, and he probably thinks a storm is brewing, considering the delicate nature of this particr
subject.
“She was a little too emotional the past few weeks; 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 seems a little mournful for a moment, that hint of guilt breaking through, but it disappears
behind that cool fa?ade quickly and I wonder if he ever misses her at all, the way he missed me.
“She didn’t ept it before?” I hate talking about this but as usual, my inquisitiveness is my biggest
w, overtaking my impulsive instinct to ban all conversation that concerns Natasha. I want to know
more about what’s been going on between them since I left here. A part of me wants to fill in the nk
spaces, even if it hurts me. I want to trust him so badly.
“She was clinging to the hope that I still loved her enough to fix things. Only problem being, I realized if
I ever loved her at all then I would never have thrown away everything for you. I guess I never loved
her in the way I thought I did. It was hard for her to deal with that and she is still struggling toe to
terms with it. Not that I me her … I truly turned out to be a major shithead, to both of you.” Arrick
turns and switches on his coffee machine, pulling out the drawerpartments 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 start fiddling with my nails, watching him while my brain runs through a hundred
questions and niggles that I am not sure I even dare to put out there.
It’s not that his confessions and adorations don’t get to me, they do. Everything he ever says tells me
that this is real, it 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 suddenly, his expression taking on a serious
tone and he reaches for my hand, pulling it to his and wrapping it within his fingers protectively.
“Look, I 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 ce 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
heades 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 really want to be able to believe him and not feel like his words are
slicing my soul.
“You have nothing to worry about. I’m yours. You’re mine. No one is going toe between us if we
don’t let them, and I am sure as hell not about to go looking anywhere else. It may have taken losing
you to realize how much I fall to pieces without you, but I’m not an idiot that makes the 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 being so beautiful to me. His softening look tells me he sees it.
The spurt of the coffee machine makes him look around for a second, straightening up beforeing
back the breakfast bar and sliding up behind me snugly, arms encircling my waist as he rests his body
against me. My stomach lurching, heart aching as I take deep slow and even breaths in a bid to keep it
together. He always knows how to set me off so effortlessly and I wonder if this is how Emma feels
anytime Jake touches her.
I’m still holding my tongue, a thousand petty things poised childishly inside my mind, insecurely, waiting
to 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 to tell him how I wish he would just cut all ties with her for me.
Selfish girl.
He brushes my hair back, so he can nuzzle his 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 this is something he is very good at too.
“Sophie, you know me. I hope you still trust me enough to believe me. I’ve never been this 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 yfulness. Pushing all other thoughts aside, for now, unable to ruin this moment.
“I do, I believe you.” I respond softly, leaning my head back against his throat, closing my eyes at how it
feels to be in his arms this way. So many times, I thought of how this could be, missed how this felt,
missed him and his touch. He runs his fingers down my throat gently.
“I never got the whole mushy touchy-feely thing Jake is all about, the constant touching and smooching
Emma, twenty-four seven. Never really someone who wanted to walk around pawing at my girlfriend or
spend copious amounts of time only wanting to be alone to paw my girlfriend. Natasha used to joke
about the fact that I was allergic to too much intimacy. Sophie, it’s never been like that with you, ever. I
want to be close to you, I have 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 one another steadily. “I know in myself how different this is. Because all I have wanted
to do since we kissed again was to be wrapped around you, touching you, being connected to you
somehow, even if it’s sat beside you on a ne and holding hands.” His fingerse to mine and
connect,pletely intertwined.
I chew my lip, heart aching with everything he is saying, eyes zed with emotion. There’s a lump in
my throat from how beautifully romantic Arrick can be, underneath all the cool and aloof he shows the
world. I never thought it would be like that with him.
The ne 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 ne, not once, and then didn’t
let go until we got out of the car at his apartment and carried our bags.
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“I like that you’re like this.” I finally say, his hand trailing up to my jawline, tracing my lips with his thumb,
eyes focused on my mouth and the obvious desire to kiss me. Starting to recognize the tell-tale signs of
eyes dted, brows slightly tensed to a tiny frown, the 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 shirt to go peeking.
“I guess it’s been dormant for a long while. Or maybe I just didn’t have enough sexual chemistry with
anyone to let it out, until you.” He grins cheesily and I roll my eyes.
“Stop! Chat up lines areme, and I happen to know, also bullshit. You were definitely a Lothario before
you settled down. I may not have been privy to your naughty antics, but I sure as hell heard the rumors,
and you stupidly told me things you shouldn’t 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 leaning down posture he had before, arms resting on the counter as
he watches me ready our drinks.
“Reformed my ways … just for you. Want to have a jacuzzi out on the roof and thene down here
for a movie before bed? Pretty sure there’s a bikini you left here in my drawer from that partyst year.”
He is watching me with that infuriating poker face and smiles when I eye roll at his obviousmeness.
My mind flits back to that party and the fact he split up a drunken brawl between me and Natasha that
night, before forcing me to go to bed in his spare room. Shrugging it away I nce at him slyly.
“Or you know, we could skinny dip.” I lift my chin with a naughty smile,pletely serious. Not against
seeing that perfectly sculpted body of tanned skin and ck ink again, since it is clearly etched in my
memory. I don’t have any issue being naked with him again either.
“We could … but we’re not.” He stands up, stretching his arms out over his head and joining fingers so
he can ease out his shoulder muscles. It’s instantly erotic to me the way his body elongates and moves
fluidly, all muscle and beautiful masculine lines making me hot from within. I realize I am openly staring,
and he catches my eye with a smile.
“Why not?” I pout as he returns to his casual pose. From sex demon to sexy lounging model. I think I
am going to like ying with my eye candy of a man in a jacuzzi.
“Because, seeing you naked again will seriously mess with my calm, especially when you are within
arm’s reach. I am struggling to function on the memory of you in all your glory as it is.” He takes the
mug I have now slid across to him gratefully, lifting it to take a sip while holding it around the base with
fingers through the handle. He is such a guy in every way, and I find myself lifting eyebrows with
complete amusement at this fact. I never noticed until now how manypletely ‘guy’ mannerisms he
has.
“Hmm, I doubt that very much, I’m almost boy shaped.” I gaze down at my mug then go snooping in the
cupboard for creamer.
“Trust me, there’s nothing boy shaped about you, Sophie, not anymore. Maybe when you were
fourteen, but you have definitely moved into a woman’s shape a little too perfectly. You attract male
eyes like flies to honey, baby, you’re just oblivious to it.”
I frown his way dubiously, regarding that genuine look and knowing he means it. Taking a look down
almost impulsively in an almost childlike manner to see what he is seeing. All I can see is slender legs,
a t stomach, and a modest bust. Everything slim and in proportion, a little on the dainty side for my
liking but nothing like the curvy bodies of some of the women I have seen him date over the years.
“Maybe I’ll fill out still, guess there’s still time.” I smile his way with a shrug, not body shy at all and not
really that insecure, despite a past that used to make me hate my body on all counts. Therapy has
done so much for me, but I still fail to see myself as sexy and curvy in any way and try to dress to make
me look more so.
“You don’t need to fill out, trust me. You are already capable of making men horny as hell, Mimmo. The
number of assholes I’ve had to intervene with on your behalf proves that. You can count me as one.”
He winks, that naughty hint of a smile as his eyes linger on me for a second as he works his way up
over my bodyzily. Definite interest peeking in that cheeky eyebrow wiggle he gives me. It’s amazing
how one loaded look can turn me to mush and sizzle at the same time and he isn’t even touching me. I
swallow nervously, trying to deflect from the topic I started and realize this will be a whole new part of
the rtionship between us to explore at some point. It makes me unsure suddenly, antsy and I look for
another topic to focus on.
“I’m sorry I did that to all of you. I mean all the drinking and partying and acting like an idiot for years.” I
bite on my lip, looking away across the immacte room with a sinking feeling in my gut. One thing I
have done since starting school is pondered and regret thest couple of years all the time, hating what
I look back on it and all the pain it caused the people who love me. How childish I was in dealing with
things and how I behaved towards everyone, including him.
“I’m beyond sorry I didn’t figure out it was because of me, Sophs. I just thought you were going off the
rails like Le did and nothing seemed to get through to you.” We’re both cradling our mugs, perched
on either side of the counter and looking at one another openly. The first time we have talked with any
space between us in thest hours, I guess I need some distance for a few minutes.
“It wasn’t your fault, I didn’t even know why I felt that way.” I shrug matter of factly, dismissing his me
for something he had no control over at the time. Hating that I can now look back and see the mess I
was, and yet he didn’t give up on me in all that time. It makes me warm inside, softer towards him at
the memories.
“For the record … I’m d that you feel that way; I’m d that things changed between us.” Heys
down his mug, standing up andying his palms t on the counter as though pondering whether he
should stay there ore to me. I guess he can tell that I might need some breathing space, but I can
also tell that he isn’t liking theck of touching going on. He’s been insatiable for contact since this
morning.
“You don’t wish it was still how it was, and you were still ignorantly happy with Tasha?.” I blurt out a little
too painfully and raise a brow his way. I don’t even know what that was, what I am trying to achieve.
Testing the boundaries maybe?