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.

said? Now he's going to snap. Tears well, my eyes, and I feel emotional all

searching me before snapping out of his

hurting?" He

my head, making him halt his

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

my tears before holding my chin to face him, "Please tell me why you're crying

again, my blurred vision finding his greens. "Because you are

grip on my chin softens,

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

I was eating ice cream,

serious, and I thought... I thought you

at me for a long moment before exhaling a deep chuckle, his shoulders

less laughs. So when I

asks, amusement dancing

crossing my arms. "It's not

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

chest weakly.

hands in surrender before sitting down beside me on

Quinn mentioned the little angel inside you might lend you her emotions, so I guess you'll feel the Urge to cry, and that's

"It is?" I ask.

tucks a loose strand of my hair in the back of my ear

spoonful of ice cream in my mouth, letting

gaze softening. Then, without warning, he reaches out and swipes a

I freeze.

stretches 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 in the

My breath hitches.

over the couch like he wasn't

completely unfazed. "Should I grab another tub of ice cream