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.

at least they didn’t happen to be tiny shorts

back while still facing him, and

“What?”

near my bed, crossing his hands in front of his chest. “I kissed you, Freckles.

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

I remembered

my top, trying not to look

smirk played on his lips as he took a

made me feel nervous. He made me feel everything at once

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

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

lip, bobbing my head in a barely visible

to kiss you

My breath hitched.

eyes, to my lips. Did you dream of it when I was gone? Did you think of it

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

shut my

Tell me if

my eyes to look into his brown ones, I could feel the slavers down my spine, the wetness below, his touch driving every sense in

did you

I mumbled,

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

smirked. “Because that’s all I thought about too- the kiss and

shut my eyes and tip toeing, I met him midway. I placed my

he has that night- minty, but without the

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

he pulled me on top of him after sitting on the edge of my bed, and then 1 climbed on top of him without breaking

this was going. But I wanted him to kiss me. I