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

she who had initiated

night, but she was distracted by his mention of the

rest, only the

last night,

still stirring

her conscience stinging. She wanted to comfort him, but

oatmeal back down, he slowly rose. “I’ll have Jeff take you

peaked at

overtime. There’s a lot of work left

he moved his bandaged hand

blisters were visible on his fingertips. Frowning,

he bumped into

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

he had burned his

but gentleness left her somewhat at a

rang out

home. I

thought Ian was emotionally immature, explosive at

hurtful, he would not hesitate to say something

thought he had set a trap last night, forcing her, but it turned out that she

face and his long, slender hands.

drunk, she might have

when he was misunderstood. He just

clenched for a moment. She wanted to apologize, but he had already

took a deep breath, slowly rose, and dressed in the clothes that had been prepared for

from his endurance in bed. He was just relentless

clothes, she slowly made

to do last night. It was a stormy night. He took

“Ian.”

his voice came through the