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.

was in my pyjamas, but at least they

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

“What?”

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

the way

I remembered how

top, trying not to

his lips as he took a step towards

me feel nervous. He made me feel everything at once

you, Freckles.” His voice was low, forcing me

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Chapter 15

was standing in front of me, both his hands reaching out to hold my arms on either side, his

lip, bobbing my head in a

to kiss

My breath hitched.

you dream of it when I was gone? Did

holding me closer, his left hand makes its way to my skin, tucking lose tresses of my hair behind my car and then

shut my eyes,

Tell me if you

his brown ones, I could feel the slavers down my spine, the

did you think

kiss,” I

me miss his touch on my skin. My lips. The way his thumb

I thought about too-

midway.

same he has that

his hands slipped from my waist to my a*s, giving it a squeeze and then staying there, his fingers dangerously close. to my inner thigh. If

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

him to kiss me. I wanted to touch me.