Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Dazed by his kisses, Maja couldn’t even muster a word.

Ian had enveloped her twice in the hot tub, then lifted her up and pressed her against the wall of the changing room. It was as if he was savoring a feast he knew he wouldn’t have access to for a while.

Maja eventually fell asleep from exhaustion, only to awaken the following evening.

Her body felt limp and drained, and upon seeing the familiar ceiling, she recognized that she was in the Greenfield Gardens.

Images from the night before flashed intermittently in her mind. First it was surprise, then anger that made her chest tremble.

Just as she was about to get out of bed, the door opened, and in walked Ian, carrying a bowl of oatmeal.

“Maja, you’re awake.”

Maja took a deep breath, her expression turning cold.

“Explain.”

Setting the oatmeal aside, he stirred it with a spoon, blew on it gently, and brought it to her lips.

“First, eat.”

Maja turned her head away. She was too angry to speak, let alone eat.

Ian put down the spoon and sighed softly, pulling out the recording from last night.

“This isn’t right.”

“What’s not right about it?”

“You’ll blame me when you sober up.”

“I won’t. I initiated it.”

He lowered his eyelashes and continued stirring the oatmeal, silent, yet his message was clear.

thing was, upon hearing the recording, Maja felt a sudden pang of

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night, but she was distracted by his mention of the Sanders family and

remember the rest, only the overwhelming sense

had clearly taken care of her last night, but

still stirring the

felt guilty for blaming him, her conscience stinging. She wanted to comfort him, but remembering their complicated relationship, she closed her mouth

back down, he slowly rose.

guilt peaked at his

overtime. There’s a lot of work left at the

moved his

and several blisters were visible on

the door, where he bumped into Jeff.

soup you’ve been simmering is ready. Should I take it

burned his hand making

but gentleness left her somewhat

rang out just

you home. I know you’ve

thought Ian was emotionally immature,

said anything hurtful, he would not hesitate to say something even

woke up, she thought he had set a trap last night, forcing her, but it turned out that she was charmed by his

fond of Ian’s face and his long, slender hands. She

might have

explain when he was

She wanted to apologize, but he had

dressed in the clothes that had been

his endurance in bed.

into her clothes, she slowly made her way to

she knew what he wanted to do last night. It was a stormy night. He took her to the hot

“Ian.”

his voice came through the study