Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Carol bit into him hard, and both of their mouths were filled with the taste of blood.

But he didn't stop.

How could two people be so physically close, yet their souls drifting further apart?

Carol was forced to tilt her head back slightly, gasping for air under his kisses.

After what felt like an eternity, Felix released her chin, his hands gripping her waist.

"Stop!"

"Stop!"

The pain turned her face pale; she wasn't moved by this, not at all.

But he didn't seem to care about that, his grip on her waist unyielding, as if he wanted to shatter her into pieces.

When it was over, Carol's forehead was slick with sweat.

She lay on the bed, utterly drained, not even considering the possibility of getting up.

A rustle beside her, and then Felix was wiping her brow with a tissue.

"Get out."

Her voice was hoarse when she said the words; exhaustion made it difficult to even glare at him. She surrendered to sleep.

Felix covered her with a blanket, tucked it in, and then he went outside to smoke, staring up at the sky.

a wind shaking the trees, their

it wasn't enough, so

midnight, he turned to wake

slept three hours, every movement a struggle,

up to watch the

He shook her gently.

she buried her head

only to

of strength, but

darkened as he pulled

don't want to watch them! Let

bed, threw a heavy coat over her, and

his embrace, she inhaled his familiar scent, but it

exploded, and the

but you need to find the right angle, or

estate had the best view, and President Miller had bought it for that reason—to fulfill Carol's girlish

had watched the fireworks annually, but over the years, they'd

she had taken all

fireworks she watched now

too tired to fight

ten minutes, and afterward,

her eyes shut, unwilling to

fireworks burst? Was it

and didn't

in bed, she

flipped her over and began

snapped open,

you in heat tonight?"