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

he brought it to

Carol accidentally bumped her finger, wincing

blowing on the cut, sending

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

finger, led her to the couch, and cleaned

was fine, but then he

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

curved, her gaze falling

sorry for

for a moment before

"Yeah, I'm sorry."

triumph washed over

These tasks were not her usual fare. Felix should be

tending to her wound, storing the antiseptic

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

didn't reply, instead, he pulled her hand, guiding her to the dining

"Let's eat first."

dinner, Carol was certain;

couch, watching him tidy the kitchen,

to nitpick, unable to

"Peelan apple.”

and leisurely began peeling

growing more content by

he cout with cubed apple pieces, she stretched out on his

"Feed me."

down at her, a smile

willing to spoil me,

didn't respond but fed her

her eyes,

bites, she lost interest, tilting her

you smell nice. What

a typical

scent. Felix had once bought her an expensive perfshe adored, carrying it everywhere, even to the

she had grown up with him and could have been