Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Zoey's mind was a whirlwind of emotions, unsure of how to react. It wasn't until Fitch pulled her close, his hands wandering downwards, that she froze, soon finding herself sitting in his lap. Pretending to have just woken up, she mumbled, "I don't want to."

Lying on his chest, pressing down on him, he didn't seem to mind at all. "If you don't want to, we can just cuddle and sleep."

Zoey felt a lump in her throat, wondering which side of him was the real one. She didn't want to think about it, just lying there. In the darkness, Fitch whispered, "Babe."

She didn't respond, then felt what he wanted to do, biting back, "I thought we were resting?"

"I can't rest; you smell too good."

Zoey's cheeks flushed with anger and embarrassment. She pinched him, and hearing his yelp, she felt a wave of helplessness.

"What's wrong?"

"You pinched me hard."

He seemed genuinely in pain. Zoey slid off him, lying beside him with mixed feelings. After a silence, Fitch softly asked, "What's wrong?"

wanting to talk. He

she already knew the answers. He tried to

the idea that he arranged for Henry to

resignation. Fitch held her tightly, "Babe, what's

turned her around to face him.

kissed her deeply, leaving them both breathless. She glared at him, noticing a triumphant

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unpredictable.

fell asleep in each other's arms. But the next morning, Fitch noticed Zoey's cold

had been so happy these past few days, he had gotten carried

Couldn't she accept it? What was

thing made him nervous, realizing he had let his guard down, thinking her willingness was a sign of affection. But now, Zoey's feelings were clearly not the same

turning around. Fitch hugged her

shouldn't have arranged those

it over and