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

ready, he

help, Carol accidentally bumped her

her hand, blowing on the cut, sending

their intimacy, she still felt butterflies

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

to insist she was fine, but

ignored you on purpose when you brought soup. Next time,

lips curved, her gaze falling on

sorry for

his expression shifted for a moment before

"Yeah, I'm sorry."

of triumph washed over her. Good, he

Ms. Miller. These tasks were not her

he finished tending to her wound, storing the antiseptic

him like a shadow, "Felix, you're

reply, instead, he pulled her hand, guiding

"Let's eat first."

Carol was certain; Felix cared for

watching him tidy the kitchen,

nitpick, unable to

"Peelan apple.”

fridge and leisurely began

more content

he cout with cubed apple pieces, she

"Feed me."

down at her, a smile flickering,

you're willing to spoil me, then

fed her a

her eyes, contentedly

bites, she lost interest,

you smell nice.

a typical masculine

her an expensive

with him and could