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 was on a

ready, he brought it

help, Carol accidentally bumped her finger, wincing

on the

their intimacy, she still felt

peeled the bandage from her finger, led her to the couch, and

was fine, but

purpose when you brought soup. Next time, just order

lips curved, her gaze falling on

sorry for

grip paused, his expression shifted for a moment before returning

"Yeah, I'm sorry."

of triumph washed over her. Good, he

were not her usual

storing the antiseptic back in

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

pulled her hand,

"Let's eat first."

was certain; Felix cared for

couch, watching him

finished, she started to nitpick, unable to

"Peelan apple.”

the fridge and leisurely began peeling them in

watched, growing more content by the

pieces, she stretched

"Feed me."

a smile flickering, "You're

willing to spoil me, then I'm

respond but fed her a piece with a

closed her eyes, contentedly munching

she lost interest, tilting her

nice.

wasn't a typical masculine

an expensive perfshe adored, carrying

she had grown up with