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.

exceptionally attentive. He picked her up from work every day on time,

was at her apartment. Life felt like a cozy domestic bliss until

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

she had

but marvel at

he doesn't know you're his wife, and you're fixing up his

laughter, giving her a thumbs-up. "Maja, you're a clever one. Imagine lan's face when

to

Maja becpreoccupied, further limiting their encounters. Carol reveled in her

tight, they

outside the shops.

salespeople who noticed their empty hands seemed to stick with

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

they were bought with Felix's

spoke softly, "Next time, don't splurge like that.

sick and needed

see you go without," Felix said, his voice tender and

was instantly moved, kissing him lightly on the lips. "I honestly don't need those things. I don't even get why they're

just

back, Carol felt comforted, reminiscent of the

parents, were her companions.

thoughtful gifts, and she looked forward to

dog or a cat

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

four-inch creation that was perfect for

Carol daydreamed of the day she could gift Felix a

right twould be to share her true

grocery store, arms laden with fresh vegetables and fruits. Carol

behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist, her voice

so capable,"