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.

damn thing was, upon hearing the recording, Maja felt a

who had initiated

Ian had warned her not to drink too much last night, but she was distracted by his mention

only the overwhelming sense of

care of her last night,

silent, still stirring

to comfort

slowly rose. “I’ll have Jeff

guilt peaked at his

lot of work left at

moved his bandaged

wrapped, and several blisters were visible on his

the door, where he bumped into Jeff. Jeff’s voice was clear

been simmering is ready. Should I take it

had burned his hand making

to respond to force, but gentleness

rang out just

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

she had always thought Ian was emotionally immature, explosive at

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

she thought he had set a trap last night, forcing

his

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

he was misunderstood.

moment. She wanted to apologize, but

deep breath, slowly rose, and dressed in the

was sore from his endurance in bed. He was

her clothes, she slowly made her way to the study, intending

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

“Ian.”

sentence, his voice came through