Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

They staggered and tumbled, their lips found each other in a clumsy ballet until they reached the edge of the couch.

Carol couldn't bring herself to look at his expression, "Felix."

Before she could finish, he grabbed a shirt from nearby and threw it over her head.

The next moment, Carol felt a sharp pain.

But it was a pain laced with sweetness, her cheeks on fire.

She and Felix had made love.

Her hands found his neck, and she didn’t want to remove the shirt over her head; the darkness amplified every sensation.

"Felix."

Her body trembled, her hands blindly searching until they were caught and intertwined with his, his palms as hot as if they were

harboring flames.

After an hour of passionate chaos, he withdrew.

Carol removed the shirt from her face to discover the room was pitch black.

"Did the power go out?"

"No."

He had turned off the lights.

Carol's voice was soft, almost melting. She was about to take a sip of water when he pushed her back into the embrace of the sofa.

"We're not done yet."

He began to kiss her ear, driving her wild with desire.

They continued until the break of dawn, and by then, she had no strength left, curling up in his arms and falling asleep.

Felix lay awake, gazing at the ceiling before he released her and wrapped himself in a towel, stepping out to the balcony for a

smoke.

this time, one cigarette

the morning, Nathan

[Did it work?]

[Yeah.]

good, right? The doc said that stuff could get you going for a pig, but damn, did you really need

it

irritation, stubbing out his cigarette

that much, you

Carol was never

to? But she doesn’t fancy my face. Damn, I envy

[Not sure.]

those two words, he stared blankly at the dark

knew Carol

didn’t want to admit it, because he had always thought she

ways

But she wasn't.

lit another cigarette, the restlessness inside him

Felix was already

on the table inside, but she felt the remnants of their night still within her.

wasn't there.

woman, she felt a wave of petulance rose

herself in the clothes scattered on the floor and realized she was coming down with a

a blanket; was it carelessness, or had he

swayed as she made excuses

breakfast. Not seeing him around, she guessed he was avoiding her.

over last night, trying to test her

the medication when he texted her that morning,

probably to protect her.

sleep with just any woman, but

beckoned her, and she had

heart had been pricked, her complexion pale, her steps unsteady due to the

Felix

he sat there, lost

eyes, quickly wiped

are you

he had left, but there

up at her, serious, "I was afraid you wouldn't want

healed, a smile curved her lips, "Why