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 if he was on

he brought it

help, Carol accidentally bumped her

her hand, blowing on the cut, sending heat rushing

odd—despite their intimacy, she still felt

the bandage from her finger, led her to

insist she was fine,

Next time, just

her gaze

feeling sorry for

paused, his expression shifted for a moment before

"Yeah, I'm sorry."

over her.

were not her usual fare. Felix should be

to her wound, storing the

him like a shadow, "Felix, you're so

her hand,

"Let's eat first."

certain; Felix cared

sprawled on the couch, watching him tidy the kitchen, her heart

started to nitpick, unable to help feeling aggrieved from the

"Peelan apple.”

two apples from the fridge and

watched, growing more content by

with cubed apple pieces, she stretched out on

"Feed me."

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

to spoil me, then

fed her

eyes, contentedly munching

bites, she lost interest, tilting her

smell nice. What

a

bought her an expensive perfshe adored, carrying

she had grown up with him and could have been