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.

Felix's expression was muted as

ready, he brought it to

accidentally bumped her finger, wincing

grabbed her hand, blowing on the cut,

intimacy, she still felt butterflies

bandage from her finger, led her to

insist she was fine, but

Next

her gaze falling on

feeling sorry

paused, his expression shifted for a moment

"Yeah, I'm sorry."

wave of triumph washed over her. Good, he should

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

to her wound, storing the antiseptic back in the medicine

shadow, "Felix, you're

he pulled her

"Let's eat first."

dinner, Carol was certain; Felix cared for

couch, watching him tidy

started to nitpick, unable to help feeling aggrieved from the

"Peelan apple.”

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

growing more content

pieces, she stretched out on his

"Feed me."

smile flickering,

to spoil me, then I'm definitely

but fed her a piece with

eyes, contentedly munching

bites, she lost interest, tilting

nice. What

wasn't a typical

Felix had once bought her an

grown up with