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.

hearing the recording, Maja felt a

was she who

that Ian had warned her not to drink too much last night, but she was distracted by his mention of the Sanders family and didn’t

couldn’t remember the rest, only the

of her last night, but it had been a long

remained silent, still

to comfort him, but remembering their complicated relationship, she closed her

the oatmeal back down, he slowly

peaked

to work overtime. There’s a lot of work left

he moved his

were visible on

and walked to the door, where he bumped into Jeff.

you’ve been simmering is ready. Should

had burned his hand making

but gentleness left

rang out

have Jeff take you home. I know you’ve had some

always thought Ian was emotionally immature, explosive at the slightest

anything hurtful, he would not hesitate to say something even more hurtful in his

forcing her, but it turned

always been fond of Ian’s face and his long, slender hands. She often wanted to sketch

getting drunk, she might have done something she wasn’t aware

didn’t explain when he was misunderstood. He just

heart clenched for a moment. She wanted to

slowly rose, and dressed in the clothes that had been prepared

sore from his endurance in

she slowly made her way to the study,

do last night. It was a stormy night. He took her to the hot springs and she had

“Ian.”

finish her sentence, his voice came through the