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.

because of what I said? Now he's going to snap. Tears well, my eyes, and I feel emotional all of a sudden as he

halts his steps, searching me before snapping out of his shock and rushing

something hurting?" He asks, his voice

my head, making him halt his movements

are you crying?" He asks, and the tears run

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

again, my blurred vision finding his greens.

"Upset with you?" His grip on my chin

again, feeling utterly ridiculous, but the emotions keep crashing over me like

eating ice cream, and you didn't respond. Then

looking all serious, and I thought... I thought you were

for a long moment before exhaling a deep chuckle, his

rarely smiles, Much less laughs. So when I hear that sound, my heart jumps in

because of that?" he asks, amusement dancing in his

crossing my arms. "It's

can still see the mirth in his expression. "No, of course not. It's very serious." He clears his

his chest weakly. "You're

holds up his hands in surrender before sitting down beside me on the

might lend you her emotions, so I guess

"It is?" I ask.

hair in the back

shove another spoonful of ice cream in my mouth, letting the cold distract me from my absurd

and swipes a bit of ice cream off the corner

I freeze.

between us, charged and unspoken. His thumb lingers 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.

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

says, completely unfazed. "Should I grab another tub of ice