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.

blind spot, Felix's expression was muted as if

ready, he brought it to the

help, Carol accidentally bumped

hand, blowing on the cut, sending heat

she still felt

from her finger, led her to

was fine,

purpose when you brought soup. Next time, just order

her gaze falling

sorry for

paused, his expression shifted for a moment before

"Yeah, I'm sorry."

washed over her. Good, he

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

tending to her wound, storing the antiseptic back in the medicine

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

didn't reply, instead, he pulled her hand,

"Let's eat first."

dinner, Carol was certain;

on the couch, watching him tidy the

nitpick, unable to

"Peelan apple.”

fridge and leisurely began peeling them in

watched, growing more content

he cout with cubed apple pieces, she stretched

"Feed me."

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

you're willing to spoil me,

fed her a piece

closed her eyes, contentedly munching

few bites, she lost interest,

nice. What

wasn't a typical masculine

Listina's scent. Felix had once bought her an

wasn't like Carol; she had grown up with him and could have been