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.

was muted as if he

dinner was ready, he brought

to help, Carol accidentally bumped her finger,

grabbed her hand, blowing on the cut, sending heat rushing

odd—despite their intimacy, she still felt butterflies

peeled the bandage from her finger, led her to the couch, and cleaned

insist she was fine, but

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

her

feeling sorry

expression shifted for a moment before returning

"Yeah, I'm sorry."

of triumph washed over her.

Ms. Miller. These tasks were not her

her wound, storing the antiseptic back in the

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

pulled her hand, guiding her to the dining

"Let's eat first."

dinner, Carol was certain; Felix cared

the couch, watching him tidy

she started to nitpick, unable to help feeling aggrieved from the

"Peelan apple.”

retrieved two apples from the fridge and leisurely began peeling them

growing more content by

with cubed apple pieces,

"Feed me."

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

to spoil me, then I'm definitely a

respond but fed her a

eyes, contentedly

few bites, she lost

you smell nice. What is that

a typical

Felix had once bought her an expensive perfshe

Carol; she had grown up with him and