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?"

He

felt like she already knew the answers. He tried to seduce her with

her parents were having a blast at Hilltop, sending her loads of photos. But the idea that he arranged for Henry to sleep with some random woman was something she couldn't accept. It

held her tightly, "Babe, what's wrong? Are you

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

he kissed her deeply, leaving them both breathless. She glared at

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unpredictable.

each other's arms. But the next morning, Fitch noticed

he had gotten carried away. Now, seeing her cold expression,

she accept it?

his guard down, thinking her willingness was a sign of affection. But now, Zoey's feelings were clearly not the same as they

footsteps behind her but not turning around. Fitch hugged her from behind,

have

it