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.

least they didn’t happen to be tiny shorts

and he just walked

“What?”

chest. “I kissed you, Freckles. You kissed me

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

I remembered how he

played with the hem of my top, trying

on his lips as he took a

wasn’t a shy girl, but he made me feel nervous. He made me feel everything at once every time he

Freckles.” His voice was

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Chapter 15

out to hold my arms on either side, his thumb drawing circles on my bare skin. I shivered under

biting my lower lip, bobbing my head in a barely

to kiss you

My breath hitched.

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

skin, tucking lose tresses of my hair behind my car and then letting his

my eyes, breathing

Tell me if

the slavers down my spine, the wetness below, his touch driving

you think

I mumbled, “And

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

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

he bent down. I knew what was coming, so I shut my eyes and tip toeing, I met him midway. I placed my lips on his, holding his face,

that night- minty, but

my 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,

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

him to kiss me. I