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

dinner was ready, he

bumped her finger, wincing

the cut, sending heat rushing to

she still

led her to the couch, and cleaned

insist she was fine, but then he

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

her gaze falling on

feeling sorry for

shifted for a moment before

"Yeah, I'm sorry."

washed over her. Good, he should

were not her usual

storing the antiseptic back

him like a shadow,

pulled her hand, guiding her

"Let's eat first."

certain; Felix cared

sprawled on the couch, watching him tidy the kitchen,

started to nitpick, unable to help

"Peelan apple.”

fridge and leisurely began peeling them in

more content

he cout with cubed apple pieces, she stretched out

"Feed me."

her, a smile flickering, "You're acting

willing to spoil me, then

her a piece with a

closed her eyes, contentedly

few bites, she lost interest, tilting her

you smell nice. What is

a typical

an expensive perfshe

Carol; she had grown up with him and could have