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.

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

dinner was ready, he brought it to

bumped her finger,

her hand, blowing on the cut, sending heat

odd—despite their intimacy, she still felt butterflies

her finger, led her to the couch, and

she was fine,

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

her gaze falling

sorry for

shifted for a moment before

"Yeah, I'm sorry."

over her. Good, he should

was Ms. Miller. These tasks were not her usual fare. Felix

finished tending to her wound, storing the

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

instead, he pulled her hand, guiding her

"Let's eat first."

Carol was certain; Felix cared

him tidy the kitchen, her

she started to nitpick, unable to help feeling aggrieved from

"Peelan apple.”

from the fridge and leisurely

growing more content by

pieces, she

"Feed me."

at her, a smile

willing to spoil me, then I'm

didn't respond but fed her a piece with

her eyes,

few bites, she lost interest,

smell nice. What is

wasn't a

was Listina's scent. Felix had once bought her an expensive perfshe adored,

like Carol; she had grown up with