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.

they

still facing him, and he

“What?”

chest. “I kissed you, Freckles. You kissed me back. I’m asking

I didn’t miss the way his eyes flickered from my eyes

I remembered

trying not to look

played on his lips as he took

but he made me feel nervous. He made me feel everything

looking at you, Freckles.” His voice was low,

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front of me, both his hands reaching out to hold my arms on either side, his thumb drawing circles on my bare skin. I shivered under his touch.

bobbing my head

to kiss

My breath hitched.

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

tucking lose tresses of my hair behind my car and then letting his thumb trace the freckles under my

my eyes,

me. Freckles. Tell me if you want

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

did you

I

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

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

I met him midway. I

the same he has that night- minty, but without

staying there, his fingers dangerously close. to my inner thigh.

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

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