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 pulled her close again,

questions, yet she felt like she

photos. But the idea that he arranged for Henry to sleep with

spirits sank, feeling a sense of resignation. Fitch held her tightly, "Babe, what's wrong? Are you

head, then he turned her around to face him. He kissed her forehead,

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

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unpredictable.

arms. But the

so happy these past few days, he had gotten carried

remember something? Couldn't she accept

willingness was a sign of affection. But now, Zoey's feelings were clearly not

the garden, looking at the flowers, hearing footsteps behind her but not turning around. Fitch hugged her from

shouldn't have arranged those

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