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.

was muted

ready, he brought

help, Carol accidentally bumped her finger, wincing

blowing on the cut, sending heat rushing to

she still felt butterflies when near

peeled the bandage from her finger, led her

to insist she was fine, but then he

soup. Next time, just order

curved, her gaze falling

sorry for

his expression shifted for a moment before returning to

"Yeah, I'm sorry."

of triumph washed over her. Good, he

These tasks were not her usual

to her wound, storing the antiseptic back in

like a shadow, "Felix, you're

instead, he pulled her hand, guiding

"Let's eat first."

certain; Felix cared

watching him

unable to help feeling aggrieved from the

"Peelan apple.”

the fridge and leisurely began peeling

watched, growing more content by the

apple pieces, she stretched out

"Feed me."

down at her, a smile flickering,

spoil me, then I'm definitely a

her

eyes, contentedly munching

a few bites, she lost interest, tilting

you smell nice. What is

wasn't a

her an expensive perfshe adored, carrying it everywhere, even

she had grown up with him and could have been a little