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.

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

back while still facing him, and he just walked

“What?”

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

didn’t miss the way his eyes

I remembered how he

my top, trying

on his lips as he took a

girl, but he made me feel nervous. He made me feel everything at once

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

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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. “You like it

my lower lip, bobbing my head in a barely visible

me to kiss

My breath hitched.

you dream of it when I was gone? Did you think of it again? Of all the things I

me closer, his left hand makes its way to my skin, tucking lose tresses of my hair behind my

my

me. Freckles. Tell me if you want

spine, the wetness below, his touch driving every sense in me insane. “I- I thought about

did you

I mumbled, “And

miss his touch on my skin. My lips. The way his thumb had tucked

that’s all I

midway. I placed

tasted the same he has that

then staying there, his fingers dangerously close. to my inner thigh. If he slipped his hand a little inside, he’d

sitting on the edge of my

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 fingers. His tongue. His