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.

expression was muted

ready, he brought it

accidentally bumped her finger, wincing

the

intimacy, she still felt butterflies

from her finger, led her to the couch,

wanted to insist she was fine, but

ignored you on purpose when you brought soup. Next time, just order delivery. Why hurt

her gaze falling

sorry

for a moment before returning

"Yeah, I'm sorry."

of triumph washed over her. Good, he

Miller. These tasks were not her usual fare.

he finished tending to her wound, storing the antiseptic back in

him like a shadow, "Felix, you're so

her hand, guiding her to the dining

"Let's eat first."

dinner, Carol was certain;

sprawled on the couch, watching him tidy the kitchen, her

unable to help

"Peelan apple.”

the fridge and leisurely began peeling them

growing more

apple pieces, she stretched out on his

"Feed me."

smile flickering, "You're

you're willing to spoil me, then I'm definitely a

but fed her a

eyes, contentedly

a few bites, she lost

smell nice. What is that

wasn't a typical masculine

her an expensive perfshe adored, carrying it

up with him and could have been a little