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

who

drink too much last night, but she was distracted by his mention of the Sanders family and didn’t pay

the rest, only

of her last

silent, still stirring

guilty for blaming him, her conscience stinging. She wanted to comfort

back down, he slowly rose. “I’ll have

guilt peaked at his

lot of work left at the

his bandaged

on his fingertips. Frowning, she wondered how he got these

simply turned and walked to the door, where he bumped into Jeff. Jeff’s

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

he had burned his hand

to force, but gentleness left her somewhat

voice rang

I

Ian was emotionally immature, explosive at

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

forcing her, but

and his long, slender hands. She often wanted

getting drunk, she might have done something

explain when he was

clenched for a moment. She wanted

breath, slowly rose, and dressed in the clothes that had

body was sore from his endurance in bed. He was just

her clothes, she slowly made

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

“Ian.”

his voice came through