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.

expression was muted as if

dinner was ready, he brought

to help, Carol accidentally bumped her finger,

the cut, sending

their intimacy, she still felt butterflies when

finger, led her to

wanted to insist she was fine, but then he

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

curved, her gaze falling on

feeling sorry for

his expression shifted for a moment before returning

"Yeah, I'm sorry."

wave of triumph washed over her. Good,

all, she was Ms. Miller. These tasks were not her

he finished tending to her wound, storing the

him like a shadow, "Felix, you're

reply, instead, he pulled her hand, guiding her

"Let's eat first."

was certain; Felix cared

couch, watching him tidy

to nitpick, unable to help feeling

"Peelan apple.”

two apples from the fridge and leisurely began peeling them in the

watched, growing more content

pieces, she stretched out

"Feed me."

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

spoil me, then I'm definitely

didn't respond but fed her a piece with a

closed her eyes, contentedly

few bites, she lost

you smell nice. What is

wasn't a typical

an expensive perfshe adored,

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