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 on

was ready, he brought it to

bumped her finger, wincing

the cut, sending heat rushing

intimacy, she still

from her finger, led her to the couch, and

was fine, but

purpose when you brought soup. Next time, just order

lips curved, her gaze falling on

sorry

grip paused, his expression shifted for a moment before returning to

"Yeah, I'm sorry."

triumph washed over

Miller. These tasks were

to her wound, storing the antiseptic

like a shadow, "Felix, you're so

instead, he pulled her hand, guiding her to

"Let's eat first."

Carol was certain;

him tidy the kitchen, her heart

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

"Peelan apple.”

retrieved two apples from the fridge and leisurely began

watched, growing more content

he cout with cubed apple pieces,

"Feed me."

at her, a smile flickering, "You're acting like

to spoil me, then I'm definitely

fed her a piece with

her eyes, contentedly

bites, she lost interest, tilting

smell nice.

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her an expensive perfshe

with him and could have