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.

a lot this time, one cigarette

morning,

[Did it work?]

[Yeah.]

stuff could get you going for a pig, but damn, did you really need to drink that

class. Was it really that

an inexplicable irritation, stubbing out his cigarette and replying

like her that much, you can

but Carol

doesn’t fancy my face. Damn, I envy you. Was she

[Not sure.]

two words, he stared blankly

knew Carol had

he had always thought she was frivolous, with plenty of exes,

in the ways of

But she wasn't.

cigarette, the

Felix was

she felt the remnants of their night still within her. Felix hadn't

wasn't there.

a woman, she felt a wave of

the clothes scattered on the floor and realized she was coming down with a cold.

a blanket; was it carelessness, or had he just not

made

didn’t touch the breakfast. Not seeing him around, she guessed he was avoiding her. After all,

coming over last night, trying to test her chances with

the medication when he texted her that morning, asking her not to

probably to protect her.

type to sleep with just any woman,

beckoned her, and she had

pricked, her complexion pale, her steps unsteady due to the

she reached the ground floor, she saw Felix sitting

sat there,

welled up in Carol's eyes, quickly wiped away as

are

thought he had left, but there he

at her, serious, "I was afraid

curved her lips, "Why would you