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

he brought it to the

bumped her finger, wincing

on the cut,

was odd—despite their intimacy, she

from her finger, led her to the

to insist she was fine, but then

purpose when you brought soup. Next time, just

lips curved, her

sorry for

for a moment

"Yeah, I'm sorry."

wave of triumph washed over her. Good,

tasks were not her usual fare.

he finished tending to her wound, storing

followed him like a shadow, "Felix, you're

instead, he pulled her hand, guiding her to the

"Let's eat first."

dinner, Carol was certain; Felix cared for

the couch, watching him tidy

he finished, she started to nitpick, unable to help feeling aggrieved from

"Peelan apple.”

fridge and leisurely began peeling them in the

growing more content by

apple pieces,

"Feed me."

a smile flickering, "You're acting like a

willing to spoil me, then I'm

her a piece

eyes, contentedly munching

she

smell nice. What is

wasn't a typical

Felix had once bought her an expensive perfshe adored, carrying it

Carol; she had grown up with him and could have