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.

was muted as if

ready, he brought

help, Carol accidentally bumped her finger, wincing with

the cut, sending heat rushing to her

she still felt

bandage from her finger, led her

to insist she was fine, but

brought soup. Next time, just order delivery. Why

her

feeling sorry for

paused, his expression shifted for

"Yeah, I'm sorry."

wave of triumph washed over her. Good, he

Miller. These tasks were not

her wound, storing the antiseptic back in

a shadow, "Felix, you're so good

pulled her hand, guiding her to the

"Let's eat first."

dinner, Carol was certain;

on the couch, watching him

she started to nitpick, unable to help feeling aggrieved

"Peelan apple.”

two apples from the fridge and leisurely began peeling them in

watched, growing more

cout with cubed apple pieces, she stretched

"Feed me."

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

to spoil me, then I'm definitely

respond but fed her a piece with

her eyes,

she lost interest, tilting her

smell nice. What

wasn't a typical masculine

an

like Carol; she had grown up with