Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Carol returned to her apartment, a smile creeping across her lips at the memory of Felix cooking in the kitchen. It was an image

she just couldn't shake.

She knew her friend Maja had been swamped with overtat the office, so she sent another text to Yolanda.

[Girl, I'm trying not to get too excited, but the man can cook, and he looks like a snack doing it.]

Yolanda's response took its sweet time, arriving ten minutes later.

[Carol, to be honest, I don't see the big deal. He's alright, but the guy can't even ride a motorcycle.]

Carol's lips twitched in amusement, thinking Yolanda only had eyes for bike lovers. She was blissfully happy, even though nothing

had happened between her and Felix. Just the thought of him made her heart flutter.

[Another thing, I bet he can't even afford a motorcycle.]

Carol nearly burst out laughing, rubbing her temples. There was no point arguing with Yolanda; the girl was in her own world.

After a refreshing shower, Carol couldn't resist texting Felix.

[Got home, just showered. You asleep?]

Felix saw the message but didn't reply, standing alone on his tiny balcony with a cigarette.

Her message vanished into the void, and Carol reluctantly drifted off to sleep.

She had expected things with Felix to continue at a lukewarm pace, but after a week of delivering groceries to him, an opportunity

finally presented itself.

That evening, while still at work, she received a text from Felix.

[Don't bother with the food delivery tonight, not feeling too hot.]

Of course, Carol couldn't just do nothing when he mentioned he was feeling under the weather.

[Got a cold? Fever? Should I bring you smeds?]

just don't cover

that, Felix

The more you tell her not to do something, the more she wanted

with texts, none of which he

off work and check on him. She tried to excuse herself, but the manager, who

sneered.

This is a respectable barbecue place,

it'll affect

the day before, a drunk patron had confessed to Carol, bringing her a bouquet of roses. The manager

bouquet. The manager

tad envious of Carol's

get ideas above your station, girl. The men coming here for barbecue aren't your princes. A bouquet

up in bed. If

a pain to find a new job, and Felix knew where

the hassle

the supermarket, picked up sseafood,

But Felix wasn't home.

for ages

he was just trying to distract her with his talk of

charming someone

remembering his usual indifference to women, she doubted

waited until eleven at night, a whole five hours, before she heard

the sound and saw the

He reeked of

say

are you back so late? Weren't

dragged out for drinks. My head is

right to pry, but she

a bit too much to

fingers trembling too much to unlock the

the keys from him

shaking, as if he was

go get you something

was about to leave when her wrist was grasped, and he spoke in

"What is it then?"

get an answer, she felt the heat emanating

and from the looks of it,