Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Without any support, Shirley slipped straight into the bathtub, swallowing several gulps of water in the process. "Shirley."

He called out in panic again, immediately lifting her out of the water.

Shirley's hair was completely drenched, her chest rising and falling slightly, her gaze hazy as she looked at him.

"Abner."

"Yeah."

"I feel awful."

Abner's hand clenched the edge of the bathtub, gripping it tightly, feeling a surge of impulse racing through his body, yet he forced it down. Right now, Shirley wasn't lucid, unaware of what she was doing. "How can I help you?"

How to make her feel better.

flushed. Suddenly, she reached out a hand, grabbing his, and kissed the palm of his

the bathtub, felt the wet warmth on his palm and ended up sitting on the floor, his ears turning red. He clenched his

Abner was quiet in class, unaffected by the many rumors about him, still acing tests and receiving awards as if nothing could touch him. Despite carrying the burden of his

fingers still rested on the tub, his entire demeanor restrained yet awkward. Unable to bear the heat inside her body any longer, Shirley

trembled, wanting

hand, moving

then downward.

not look at her even more, as if the hand wasn't his own. He turned his head away,

downward, Abner's breathing becoming shaky, his forehead

"Shirley."

His other hand was still held by her under the cover

that. But the touch on his hand was too distinct. After what felt like ages, the rippling water finally stilled. He

No response came.