Do You Still Love Me When We Meet Again? (Aubrey and Damon) novel Chapter 105

Chapter105

The night was still, the moon bright, and the stars scattered across the sky.

Aubrey Hayes slipped out of Damon Blackwood’s room, a flush blooming on her cheeks, and quietly closed the door behind her.

After so many years together, countless intimate moments, she’d always been the passive one. Her shyness had always held her back.

Just now, she’d shattered her old, conservative image, taking an initiative she’d never dared before with Damon… She wondered if she’d scared him. The thought brought a fresh wave of shame and awkwardness,

Aubrey bit her lip and turned to head back to her own room.

The next morning dawned bright and clear.

Still half–asleep, Damon felt something climb onto his bed. A delicate scent of lotion filled his nostrils, and a soft, gentle pressure settled on his forehead, warm and tender, with a breathy heat that felt incredibly good.

He opened his eyes, his vision blurred by a small face hovering close. As he woke up, he realized that face was kissing his forehead and eyebrows.

His heart jolted, and his fingers tightened on the sheets.

Fragrant, tender kisses rained down on his forehead, eyebrows, the bridge of his nose, traveling lower and lower…

When he finally made out who it was, he gripped her shoulders, pushing her back slightly, his brow furrowed in confusion.

He… had been woken up by Aubrey kissing him? What kind of wild dream was this so early in the morning?

“Damon, you’re awake?” Aubrey’s smile was tinged with shyness, her voice soft and gentle, like a spring breeze at dawn, so soothing to hear.

It wasn’t a dream.

Damon’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he cleared his throat. “What… are you doing in my room?”

Aubrey sat cross–legged on the edge of his bed, hands propped on the mattress, her limpid, dark eyes exceptionally clear, her voice unbelievably tender. “_Mrs. Quinn_ has already made breakfast. I came to wake you up to eat.”

Damon pulled his hand back, rubbed his forehead, and pushed himself up to sit against the headboard.

Aubrey steadied him, leaning in close to his ear, her breath tickling him as she whispered, “Did you enjoy last night?”

As soon as she said it, Aubrey’s own cheeks flushed a delicate pink, her gaze a little bashful, though she still tried to appear composed.

Damon’s heart skipped a beat. He paused, turning his head to look at her.

Last night was amazing, sure, but more than anything, it left him reeling with shock and doubt. This woman in front of him felt bolder, more uninhibited than the Aubrey Hayes he thought he knew.

It was like she was a completely different person.

But then he saw her blush, and she seemed like the Aubrey he knew again.

He chuckled softly, his long fingers gently tilting her chin up.

Aubrey took his warm hand in hers. “What is it?”

I’m wondering if you’re wearing an Aubrey Hayes mask, and there’s another woman hiding underneath.”

Nope. Just me, Aubrey Hayes.”

Damon didn’t say anything, his deep gaze locked on her, lost in thought.

Aubrey started to feel a little panicky under his stare.

He probably thought she’d lost her mind, that her personality had done a complete 180, right?

Well, it wasn’t far from the truth.

The moment she saw him after the car crash, thinking he was gone forever, she’d already decided how she would end her own life, sitting outside the

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Now, she was treating every day like it was her last.

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Life was exhausting. She just wanted to be happy, to make the man she loved happy, and to live without regrets, carefree and liberated.

“Damon, let me grab you some clothes. Which outfit are you in the mood for?” Aubrey hopped out of bed, making a beeline for the walk–in closet.

Damon watched her, rubbing his forehead, but remained silent.

She pulled out a casual set and held it up for him. “Wear this around the house, okay?”

Damon nodded.

Aubrey, with underwear in hand, moved to help him put it on, pulling back the covers.

Damon caught the edge of the blanket. “I can handle it myself.”

Aubrey brushed his hand aside. “No need to lift a finger. Just sit back and enjoy the royal treatment.”

Damon let her dress him. “Aubrey, this is so unlike you, it’s unnerving.”

Aubrey buttoned his shirt with meticulous care, flashing him a radiant smile. “You’ll get used to it.”

Damon frowned, studying her. He had to admit, he was enjoying, even relishing, this tender, solicitous side of her.

But her sudden change was making him question her motives.

Fully dressed, Aubrey scurried off to the bathroom. “Damon, let me squeeze out your toothpaste and pour your mouthwash.”

These were little things Damon often did for her.

Aubrey wanted to love Damon the way he loved her, to let him experience just how intense his love could be.

Except, Damon seemed spooked, his expression grave. He couldn’t shake the feeling that she was a fake Aubrey.

Once he was dressed and had brushed his teeth, Aubrey wheeled him out of the living room.

The housekeeper had already set out breakfast.

Aubrey sat next to him, fussing over him, ladling porridge, picking out small dumplings, pouring water, and wiping his mouth.

Damon remained in a daze, overwhelmed by all the attention.

“Damon,” Aubrey said, tilting her head to look at him, her voice soft and gentle, “Are full?”

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Damon responded, “Yeah.”

Aubrey mimicked his usual tone, “I have to go to work soon. Be good at home, and call me if you need anything.”

Damon’s eyes darkened as he stared at her, silent.

Aubrey tilted her head, propped her forehead up with her elbow on the table, looking alluring and sweet, “I’ll come home early tonight to have dinner with you, and I’ll bring you some of your favorite fruit.”

Damon couldn’t resist any longer; he reached out and placed the back of his hand on Aubrey’s forehead.

He checked her temperature, then his own forehead, his expression clouding with worry.

His actions made Aubrey giggle, her smile sweet and radiant, a hint of white teeth showing.

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