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.

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

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

“What?”

crossing his hands in front of his chest. “I kissed

in surprise and I didn’t miss the

I remembered how

of my top, trying not to look at him.

his lips as he took a step towards

made me feel nervous. He

away when I’m looking at you, Freckles.” His voice was low, forcing

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on either side, his thumb drawing circles on my bare skin. I shivered under his touch.

bobbing my head in a barely visible

to

My breath hitched.

dream of it when I was gone? Did you think

me 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, all the way

shut my eyes, breathing

me. Freckles. Tell

the slavers down my spine, the wetness below, his

did you think

kiss,” I

me miss his touch on my skin. My lips.

that’s all I thought about too-

as much, he bent down. I knew what was coming, so I shut my eyes and tip toeing, I met him midway. I placed my lips on his, holding his face, one of my hands slipping into his

same he has that

it a squeeze and then staying there, his fingers dangerously close. to my inner thigh. If he slipped his hand a little inside,

after sitting on the edge of

didn’t know why we were doing this, or where this was going. But I wanted him to kiss me. I wanted to touch me. Everywhere, all at once. I wanted him. Inside me. His