Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

The car finally came to a stop at the prime viewing spot, already swarming with people below. It was clear that this spot had to be reserved in advance, and their decision to watch the fireworks had been spur- of-the-moment. It seemed like Fitch had bought out the whole area, as there wasn't a soul around except for their quietly parked car.

He opened the car door just as the countdown outside began. Zoey was still nestled in his embrace, just a turn of her head away from the view outside. The cold night air seeped in, diluting the warmth inside the car. His hand gently rested on her back, patting lightly as if soothing a child.

The embarrassment that had just subsided came rushing back. She was about to sit up when he pressed her back down. "Just sit on my lap."

Zoey's cheeks flushed again as she started to squirm, "No need."

"Want to try again? You should have..."

Before he could finish, Zoey's hand covered his mouth. In the dim light, he saw her face flush with annoyance.

"Shut up, stop talking!"

A smirk played in his eyes as he licked her palm lightly. Zoey's eyes widened, wishing she could just throw her hand away.

"Fitch, you... you..."

You're being unreasonable, shameless.

surged again. Fitch was truly flirting with her. Initially, it was subtle, but now he was pulling out all the stops. In the Greenfield social scene, he was

in her palm, as if something had burrowed into her skin. She had been looking forward to the fireworks, but as they started, her

car was silent,

on

tilted

on the fireworks. But he caught her hand, placing it on his throat. With every swallow, she could feel the movement of

it, feeling a heat that seemed to spread throughout her

waist, asking, "Did you

something else. Zoey didn't answer, and Fitch intertwined his

too much tonight? Did he scare her? But she clearly couldn't resist. He had known her body well, inside and out. Since four