Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

A big guy being called pretty isn't exactly a compliment.

Fitch's lips twitched slightly as he grabbed one of her hands and placed it on his cheek, "Wanna feel?"

Zoey's eyes widened in surprise, as if she hadn't expected such a stroke of luck. "Really?"

Though she asked, her hands were already exploring obediently. His skin was smooth, his bone structure impressive. Her fingers slid down, pressing gently against his Adam's apple.

The look in Fitch's eyes shifted, his hand covering hers with a hint of seduction. "You can touch anywhere else too."

Zoey wasn't quite sure what she was thinking, her mind a blur as if a distant memory had suddenly struck her. She found herself increasingly drawn to his face, liking it more the more she looked.

Fitch was tense under her gentle caresses. Drunk people don't really know what they are doing, acting purely on instinct. After playing for about ten minutes, she suddenly licked her lips, "I'm a bit thirsty."

It was a kind of restlessness bubbling up from deep within, making her feel parched. Fitch pulled her closer by the back of her head, leaning down to kiss her deeply. After what felt like half an hour, he asked, "Still thirsty?"

"No, I feel better."

he kissed her all over again, ending up more frustrated himself. He grabbed Zoey's hand, guiding it towards him.

"Soon."

voice was hoarse, seeing her reluctance made him coax her

her eyes, meeting his gaze, and called out, "Fitch?" Fitch froze, thinking she had sobered up. But the next moment, her eyes were

Her fingertip hooked his, sweat beading on

"Zoey?"

eyes closed, was not sleeping peacefully,

"Zoey!"

out in a rush. Zoey half-awoke, glanced at him, and muttered, "Quiet down." With that, her breathing evened

that instant. He sighed

about to collapse. Her desperation in the dream was palpable, unable to flee a world engulfed in flames. Waking up, that sense of despair

by the bed, holding her hand. Startled, she quickly withdrew her

I drink

his head. Zoey tried to