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 tiny

him, and he just walked

“What?”

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

surprise and I didn’t miss the way his eyes flickered from

I remembered how he

top, trying not to

on his lips as he took a step

feel nervous. He made me

when I’m looking at you, Freckles.” His voice was low, forcing me to look up at

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hands reaching out to hold my arms on either side, his thumb drawing circles on my bare

bobbing my head in a barely

want me to kiss

My breath hitched.

dream of it when I

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 to

my eyes,

me. Freckles. Tell me if you want

my spine, the wetness below, his touch driving every sense in me insane.

you think

I mumbled,

neck, instantly making me miss his touch on

smirked. “Because that’s all I thought about

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 hair to pull him

he has that night-

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

him after sitting on the edge of my bed,

I wanted him to kiss me. I wanted to touch