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

dinner was ready, he brought it to

Carol accidentally bumped

grabbed her hand, blowing on the cut, sending heat rushing to

odd—despite their intimacy, she

the bandage from her finger, led

to insist she was

brought soup. Next time, just order

curved, her gaze falling on

feeling sorry for

expression shifted for a moment before returning

"Yeah, I'm sorry."

triumph washed over her. Good,

was Ms. Miller. These tasks were not her usual

tending to her wound, storing the antiseptic back in

him like a shadow, "Felix, you're

didn't reply, instead, he pulled her hand, guiding

"Let's eat first."

certain;

the couch, watching him tidy the kitchen, her heart

nitpick, unable

"Peelan apple.”

the fridge and

watched, growing more

cout with cubed apple pieces, she stretched out on

"Feed me."

at her, a smile flickering,

you're willing to spoil me, then I'm definitely a

respond but fed her a

closed her eyes,

she

smell nice. What

a

had once bought her an expensive perfshe adored, carrying it everywhere,

up with