Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Fitch felt like his blood was boiling, something he hadn't experienced in years. It had been four years since he'd been intimate with a woman, and he'd started to joke that he was on the path to becoming a monk.

To be precise, even before Zoey entered his life, he hadn't been with any other woman. If anyone dared to touch him, he'd have the urge to chop off their hand. Zoey was the first woman to get so close to him. Trying to calm the storm inside, Fitch took a cold shower, but it did little to quell the restlessness. Lying in bed, he felt painfully hard. He got dressed and decided to go for a run instead.

After running a couple of laps, Ozzy, his loyal dog, followed him, wagging its tail. Another shower later, just as he was about to head downstairs for a glass of water, he saw Zoey in the kitchen, wearing a thin nightgown and pouring herself a drink.

The lights were off in the living room, but the kitchen was lit, making her nightgown almost transparent under the light, revealing her silhouette. The calm he had managed to find was instantly shattered, his body reacting in the blink of an eye.

lingered on her collarbone, noticing how pale and inviting her skin looked, disheveled from sleep. Taking a deep breath, he quickly walked over to adjust her nightgown for her. Zoey was taken aback, only realizing what was happening when her

tried to wipe it away, only making it worse. If someone had told him he'd get a nosebleed over a woman, he would've laughed it off, convinced his body wouldn't react to any woman since the one he cared for

bleeding when she returned. "Are you okay?" she asked, concern in her voice as

his

making his head spin, and he instinctively pushed her away. "Keep your distance," he said, a bit too harshly, causing Zoey to nearly

explained, "Sorry, I wasn't trying to seduce you. I just saw the

stung. In her current state, any man might think she was coming onto them. "I've heard you're not interested in women," she added, her voice heavy with unspoken feelings. After cleaning his face, Fitch looked at her, a question