Dear Ex Wife Please take me back by The Every Woman

Chapter 57~ Emotions for two

ATHENA

Alex: [ What are you doing?]

I stare at the message while I stuff another spoon of ice cream in the mouth. I've been staying home while I think of what to do about my white coat ceremony when I receive a text from a man who has never sent me a message before.

He's been there but physically speaking to me, never on the phone.

Me: [Eating Ice cream]

Alex: [Okay, we need to go somewhere?]

I frown as I type in a response.

Me: [Where? I'm eating ice cream.]

I know that might sound ridiculous to him, but I feel like I'll die if I don't quench this thirst.

No response.

Ten minutes later, I still get no reply, which makes me shrug as I continue watching my anime series.

The door opens, and Alex steps in.

He looks incredibly hot.

I mean, when does he ever look average. That blonde hair tussled from running his hands through it so much. His perfect suit with no line out of place.

He walks over to me, and I freeze.

well, my eyes, and I feel emotional all of

searching me before snapping out of his shock and

is something hurting?" He

and shake my head, making him halt his movements

you crying?" He asks, and the tears run down even

my chin to face him, "Please tell me why you're crying so I

vision finding his greens. "Because you are upset

His grip on my chin softens, and he tilts

ridiculous, but the emotions keep

was eating ice cream,

I thought...

long moment before

laughs. So when I hear

of that?" he asks,

pout, crossing my arms. "It's

still see the mirth in his expression. "No, of course not. It's very serious." He clears his throat, trying to sound sincere, but I can tell he's holding back

his chest weakly. "You're still laughing at

not." He holds up his hands in surrender before

angel inside you might lend you her emotions, so I guess

"It is?" I ask.

loose strand of my hair in the back of my ear while

ice cream in my mouth, letting the cold distract

he reaches out and swipes a bit of ice cream off the corner of my

I freeze.

for a second too long before he putts back, licking off the ice cream as if it's the most casual thing

My breath hitches.

with something unreadable before he leans back, draping an arm over the couch like he wasn't just stealing my oxygen with

I grab another tub of ice cream