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

reflexive steps back 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 you

didn’t miss the way his eyes flickered from

remembered how

with the hem of my top, trying not to

smirk played on his lips as he took a

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

His voice was low, forcing me to

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to hold my arms on either side, his thumb drawing

lower lip, bobbing my

to kiss you

My breath hitched.

it when I was gone? Did

tresses of my hair behind my car and then letting his thumb trace the freckles under my cheek, all the

shut my eyes,

Tell me if you want

spine, the wetness below, his touch driving

you think

kiss,” I mumbled, “And

neck, instantly making me miss his touch on my skin. My lips. The

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

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, one of my hands slipping into his hair

that night- minty, but without

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 slipped his hand a little inside, he’d find

on top of him after sitting on the edge of my bed, and then 1 climbed on top of

going. But I wanted him to kiss me. I wanted to touch me. Everywhere, all at once. I wanted him. Inside me.