Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

She quirked a smile, rattling off a list of cravings in one breath, and he responded almost immediately.

[I'll make dinner tonight. I've been discharged from the hospital, and the doc says I'm good as long as I don't go jogging or

anything.]

Carol instantly forgave him.

[Great, I'll head back right now.]

Bubbling with joy, she swung open the door to her bedroom and gave Abner a heads up.

It wasn't unusual for her to stay out; she had her own fancy digs elsewhere, and Abner never tied her down.

Carol took the bus back to her apartment, even instructing her people to drive her luxury car back.

As she unlocked her apartment door, the sound of chopping greeted her ears.

She had seen Felix cook before, but her heart still warmed at the sight.

Standing at the kitchen doorway, she saw him aproned up, one hand wielding a knife, the other pressing down on the vegetables.

Carol wrapped her arms around him from behind, "You're hurt, you know. Maybe we should just order in."

Felix's eyes darkened momentarily as he felt her hands around his waist.

"I'm fine, go sit down."

Carol buried her face in his back, "lI don't want to."

He set the knife down, turned, and with hands braced on the counter, he kissed her.

The kitchen smelled of detergent, spotless under his care, and Carol even caught a hint of his own scent.

Felix smelled like sunshine and cleanliness, with an undercurrent of coolness buried deep.

Carol's heart raced, her cheeks flushed. It took a half-hour of kissing before she reluctantly headed to the living room.

Felix resumed his kitchen tasks while Carol watched, unblinking from the couch.

her blind spot, Felix's expression was muted as if he was

ready, he brought it to

to help, Carol accidentally bumped her

blowing on the cut, sending heat rushing to her

she still felt

the bandage from her finger, led her to the couch, and

was fine, but then

when you brought soup. Next time, just order delivery. Why hurt yourself like

lips curved, her

feeling sorry

paused, his expression shifted for a moment before

"Yeah, I'm sorry."

washed over her. Good, he

tasks were not her usual

to her wound, storing the antiseptic

shadow, "Felix, you're so

pulled her hand, guiding her to the dining

"Let's eat first."

Carol was certain;

him tidy the

he finished, she started to nitpick, unable to help feeling aggrieved

"Peelan apple.”

apples from the fridge and

growing more content by the

apple pieces, she stretched

"Feed me."

at her, a smile

me, then I'm definitely a

didn't respond but fed her a piece with

closed her eyes, contentedly

she lost interest, tilting

you smell nice. What

wasn't a typical masculine

once bought her an expensive

wasn't like Carol; she had grown up with