His Wife (A Contract Marriage Story) by Heer Mangtani

Chapter 15

SOFIA

My head throbbed. It wasn’t so much of a hangover as much as it was being woken from deep sleep with the banging noise, but there was a certain relief looking at the man standing in front of me.

I’m home,” He says, his expression a little weird, all his initial anger having faded away.

“Okay” I replied softly, and then yawned again.

“You reek of alcohol, he commented.

I blinked. Did he just wake me up to let me know he’s home and have a basic conversation with me? “Do I?” I asked, breathing my clothes. I had showered, and I wasn’t smelling of alcohol.

“Hm,” he nodded, leaning on the door frame. “Drinking alone?”

“No. I went out with friends.

He c*cked an eyebrow. “Friends”

I nodded.

I thought he would ask where I suddenly got new friends from, but instead, he asked: “Friends as in plural?”

“Yes, plural. As in two. Eyebrows narrowed, I stared at him. What was going on? What was this line of questioning?

“Okay.”

“Okay.” I repeated. In the days he was gone, I spent a lot of time wondering how it would be like when he came back and the first time we talked after our kiss… but I hadn’t imagined this.

He stayed silent, and it didn’t seem like he wanted to say anything further. “Um,” I hesitated, “So, goodnight?”

“No.” He shook his head, straightening up and taking a step into my room.

my pyjamas, but at least they didn’t happen to be

reflexive steps back while still facing him, and he just walked in further. “Did you like

“What?”

of his chest. “I kissed you, Freckles. You kissed me back. I’m asking you

parted in surprise and I didn’t miss the way his

remembered how

the hem of my top, trying not to look at him. “I- I

played on his lips as

girl, but he made me feel nervous. He made

His voice was low, forcing me to look

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to hold my arms on either side, his thumb drawing circles

my lower lip, bobbing my head in a

me to kiss

My breath hitched.

to my lips. Did you dream of it when I was gone? Did you think of it again? Of all the things I could

closer, his left hand makes its way to my skin, tucking lose tresses of my hair behind my car and then letting his thumb trace the freckles under my cheek,

shut my eyes, breathing

Freckles. Tell me if you

ones, I could feel the slavers down my spine, the wetness below, his touch driving every sense in me insane. “I- I thought

did you

I mumbled,

dropped to my neck, instantly making me miss his touch on my skin. My lips. The way his thumb

“Because that’s all I thought about too- the

I met him midway. I placed my lips on his,

tasted the same he has that night- minty, but without the

my waist to my a*s, giving it a squeeze and then staying there, his fingers dangerously close. to my inner thigh. If he slipped his hand a little inside, he’d find me wet. So wet, for

him after sitting on the edge of my bed, and then 1 climbed on top of him

this, or where this was going. But I wanted him to kiss me. I wanted to