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.

her blind spot, Felix's expression was muted as if

he brought it to

accidentally bumped her finger,

blowing on the cut, sending heat rushing to her

was odd—despite their intimacy, she still felt butterflies when near

bandage from her finger, led her to the

to insist she was fine, but then

when you brought soup. Next time,

curved, her gaze falling

sorry for

shifted for a moment before returning to

"Yeah, I'm sorry."

wave of triumph washed over her.

was Ms. Miller. These tasks were not her usual

her wound, storing the antiseptic back in

shadow,

reply, instead, he pulled her hand, guiding her to the

"Let's eat first."

Carol was certain; Felix cared for

him tidy the kitchen,

she started to nitpick, unable to

"Peelan apple.”

fridge and leisurely began peeling them in the

more

cout with cubed apple pieces, she

"Feed me."

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

spoil me,

respond but fed her

eyes, contentedly munching

bites, she lost interest, tilting her

smell nice. What is that

wasn't a typical masculine

once bought her an expensive perfshe adored, carrying it everywhere, even to

Carol; she had grown up with him and could have been