Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Felix stepped into the quiet apartment, feeling the itch of impatience for not seeing her immediately. His hand was already on the

doorknob, ready to exit as swiftly as he had entered when her voice floated from the bedroom.

"Felix, cto the bedroom."

He ambled towards the room, finding her perched on the edge of the bed, clad in something that could only be described as risqué.

Carol stood and twirled. "Well, what do you think? Sexy, isn't it?"

Straightforward as ever, Carol never played coy. They had been dating for three months, and she wore her heart on her sleeve,

never hiding her likes or dislikes.

This was her first tdonning such provocative attire, and she was eager to gauge Felix's reaction.

Felix, lingering by the doorway, felt his pupils constrict ever so slightly as his gaze settled on her. The room's brightest light was

off, the subtle glow from the bedside lamp casting an intimate ambiance.

Carol sauntered over, wrapping her arms around his neck. "You haven't said a word. Do you like it?"

His hands reflexively found her waist. "Gorgeous."

"Really?" Carol's hand began to wander south to test his reaction, but Felix caught her wrist and pulled her into a deep kiss.

A surge of sweetness filled Carol's heart, and she drew her hand back. The night unfolded as it often did, with passion and intimacy

that lasted till the dawn.

But Felix always insisted on a blindfold or for her to face away from him, a detail that didn't bother her much—though sometimes

she longed to see his face, to decipher the emotions he hid so well during their most vulnerable moments.

Felix was exceptionally attentive. He picked her up from work every day on time, cooked and

like a

intended to visit Maja, but she couldn't bear to cut short her precious moments with Felix,

up with Maja, after she had taken over the refurbishing of Greenfield

marvel at the

wife, and you're fixing up his true

nodded, and Carol burst into laughter, giving her a thumbs-up. "Maja, you're a clever one. Imagine lan's face when he

That's going to be

further limiting their encounters. Carol reveled

as money was tight, they rarely purchased anything,

outside the shops.

empty hands

a pair of $300 shoes and a $400 skirt—modest items compared to the rest of her wardrobe but priceless to

bought with Felix's

arms after another night together, Carol spoke softly, "Next

sick

don't want to see you go without," Felix said,

the lips. "I honestly don't need those things. I don't even get

just shearing

of the security

parents, were her companions.

gifts, and she

a dog or a

next morning, Carol woke to the sound of clattering in the kitchen. Felix had taken a half-day off to

four-inch creation that was

the day she could gift Felix a

be

returned from the grocery store, arms laden with fresh vegetables and fruits. Carol watched him

and then, she would sneak up behind him, wrapping her arms around

you're so capable," she