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 to

accidentally bumped her finger, wincing

blowing on the cut,

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

led her to the couch, and cleaned

to insist she was fine, but

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

curved, her

feeling sorry

paused, his expression shifted for a

"Yeah, I'm sorry."

wave of triumph washed over her. Good, he should

was Ms. Miller. These tasks were not her usual fare. Felix should

storing the antiseptic back

a shadow,

her hand, guiding her

"Let's eat first."

dinner, Carol was certain;

on the couch, watching him tidy

unable to help feeling aggrieved

"Peelan apple.”

from the fridge and leisurely began peeling them in the

growing more content by

apple pieces,

"Feed me."

down at her, a smile

spoil me,

didn't respond but fed her a

her eyes, contentedly munching

a few bites, she lost interest,

you smell nice.

a typical

an expensive

like Carol; she had grown up with