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

was ready, he brought it to

to help, Carol accidentally bumped

blowing on the cut, sending heat rushing to her

their intimacy, she still felt butterflies when

from her finger, led her

insist she was

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

lips curved, her

feeling sorry for

expression shifted for a moment

"Yeah, I'm sorry."

wave of triumph washed over her.

were not her usual fare. Felix should

to her wound, storing the

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

instead, he pulled her

"Let's eat first."

Carol was certain; Felix cared

couch, watching him tidy the kitchen, her

unable to help feeling aggrieved from

"Peelan apple.”

from the fridge and leisurely began peeling them

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cout with cubed apple pieces, she

"Feed me."

at her, a smile flickering, "You're

to spoil me, then I'm

fed her

eyes, contentedly munching

few bites, she lost interest,

you smell nice.

a typical masculine

an expensive perfshe adored, carrying it everywhere, even to the

grown up with him and