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

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

“What?”

“I kissed you, Freckles.

the

I remembered how he

top, trying not to

on his lips as he

nervous. He made me feel everything

you, Freckles.” His voice was

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his hands reaching out to hold my arms on either side, his thumb drawing circles on my bare skin. I shivered under his touch. “You like it when I

biting my lower lip, bobbing my head in a barely visible

to kiss

My breath hitched.

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

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

shut my

to me. Freckles. Tell me if

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

did you

kiss,” I mumbled, “And

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

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

what was coming, so I shut my eyes and tip toeing, I met him midway. I placed my lips

that night- minty, but

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

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

or where this was going. But I wanted him to kiss me. I wanted to touch me. Everywhere, all at once. I wanted