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 didn’t happen

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

“What?”

front of his chest. “I kissed you, Freckles. You kissed me

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

remembered how he

trying not to look at

lips as he took a step towards me.

but he made me feel nervous. He made me feel everything at once every time he was

look away when I’m looking at you, Freckles.” His

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either side, his thumb

biting my lower lip, bobbing my head

want me to kiss you

My breath hitched.

me, freckles,” His eyes wandered from my eyes, to my lips. Did you dream of it when I was gone? Did you think of it again? Of all the

to my skin, tucking lose tresses of my hair behind my car and then letting his thumb trace the freckles under my cheek, all the way to

my eyes, breathing

to me. Freckles. Tell

spine, the wetness

did you think

I mumbled,

making me miss his touch on my skin. My

“Because that’s all I

met him midway. I placed my lips on his, holding his face, one of my hands slipping into his hair to pull him

that night- minty, but

my waist to my a*s, giving it a squeeze and then staying there, his fingers dangerously close. to

gasped when he pulled me on 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