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.

well When she turned and saw Fitch standing not too far away, she almost screamed. "Mr. Haskins, you're up for water?" she asked, once she realized it was him, relief washing over her. Fitch's gaze lingered on her collarbone, noticing how pale and inviting her skin looked, disheveled from sleep. Taking a deep breath, he quickly walked

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