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

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

“What?”

my bed, crossing his hands in front of his chest. “I kissed you, Freckles. You kissed me back. I’m asking you if

miss the way his eyes flickered from my eyes to

remembered

of my top, trying not to look at him. “I-

on his lips as he

girl, but he made me feel nervous.

you, Freckles.” His voice was low, forcing me

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

gulped, biting my lower lip, bobbing

to kiss you

My breath hitched.

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

waist, holding me closer, his left hand makes its way to my skin, tucking lose tresses of my hair behind my car and then letting his thumb trace the freckles under

my

Tell me

brown ones, I could feel the slavers down my spine, the wetness below, his touch driving every sense

did you think

I mumbled, “And

left hand dropped to my neck, instantly making me miss his touch on my skin. My

I

so I shut my eyes and tip toeing, I met him midway. I placed my lips on

that night- minty,

slipped from my waist to my a*s, giving it a squeeze and then staying there, his fingers dangerously close. to my inner thigh. If he

when he pulled me on top of him after sitting on the edge of my bed, and then

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