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.

was in my pyjamas, but at least they didn’t happen to be tiny shorts like

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

“What?”

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

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

remembered how he

top, trying

lips as he took a step

a shy girl, but he made me feel nervous.

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

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Chapter 15

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

biting my lower lip, bobbing my

me to kiss you

My breath hitched.

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

tucking lose tresses of

my

Freckles. Tell

spine, the

you

kiss,” I mumbled, “And

instantly making me miss his touch on

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

midway.

that night- minty, but

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

top of him after sitting on the edge of my bed, and then

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

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