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

ready, he brought it to

help, Carol accidentally bumped her finger,

hand, blowing on the cut, sending heat

she still felt butterflies

led her to the

wanted to insist she was fine, but then he

purpose when you brought soup. Next time, just order

curved, her gaze

sorry

his expression shifted for a moment before

"Yeah, I'm sorry."

triumph washed over her. Good, he should

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

tending to her wound, storing

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

her hand,

"Let's eat first."

dinner, Carol was certain;

the couch, watching him tidy the kitchen, her

started to nitpick, unable to help

"Peelan apple.”

two apples from the fridge and leisurely began peeling them in the

more content by

with cubed apple pieces, she stretched out

"Feed me."

smile flickering, "You're acting like

me, then I'm

didn't respond but fed her a piece with

her eyes, contentedly

few bites, she lost interest, tilting her

smell nice. What is that

a

scent. Felix had once bought her an expensive perfshe adored, carrying it

had grown up with him and could have