Do You Still Love Me When We Meet Again? (Aubrey and Damon) novel Chapter 15

Chapter 15

On the third floor, Aubrey unlocked the door, pushed it open, and flipped on the light.

She kicked off her heels. I don’t have any slippers that’ll fit you. Just come in with your shoes on,” she said, hanging her bag on a hook by the wall before dragging her tired feet further inside.

Damon followed her inside and closed the door behind him.

He surveyed the room, his face darkening instantly. His gaze grew heavy and unreadable.

Inside, the living room was sparse, revealing only a single sofa, a small coffee table, two low cabinets, and a mini-fridge.

The apartment was tastefully decorated, uncluttered, clean, and tidy, giving it a surprisingly cozy feel.

Damon glanced down at the shoe rack, his lips curling into a faint, knowing smile when he saw no men’s shoes.

He walked further inside, taking a seat on the two-seater sofa.

Aubrey brought him a mug of hot coffee, setting it down on the small coffee table in front of him.

“It’s instant. And it’s scalding hot, so let it cool for a bit before you drink h.”

Damon looked up at her. Do you have any ointment?”

“Are you hurt?” Aubrey asked, her eyes anxiously scanning his body.

Do you?” he pressed.

“Yes, hold on a second.”

Aubrey turned and disappeared into the room, returning moments later with a tube of ointment and some sterile cotton swabs. Her voice, soft and laced with worry, asked, “Where exactly are you hurt?”

Damon held out a hand, and she pressed the supplies into his palm.

“Sit down.” Damon parted the sofa seat beside him.

Aubrey thought he needed help. Without a second thought, she sat down next to him.

Damon leaned down, lifted the hem of her skin, took hold of her ankle, and placed her foot on his thigh

“What are you doing?” Aubrey gasped, her face flushing with panic. She yanked her leg back, nervously tugging at her skirt.

Damon frowned, reaching for her again and clasping her calf through the fabric of her skirt.”Don’t move.”

He pulled it up.

Aubrey’s calf was once again resting on his thigh, her body involuntarily leaning back, pressing against the armrest of the couch.

Alone in her apartment with him, her skirt lifted, her leg in his grasp–how could she just sit there like a frozen dummy, letting him do whatever he

pleased?

Damon, let go of me.” Aubrey cried, yanking her leg, struggling frantically.

You have a sore on your foot.”

Aubrey froze, glancing down at her heel.

No wonder walking hurt so much; her ill-fitting high heels had rubbed her heel raw, leaving it red and swollen.

she calmed down, her cheeks instantly flushed, and her heart skipped a heat, acutely embarrassed.“I can do it myself,” she murmured.

Stop squirming “Damon said, his voice firm. He lowered his gaze to the injury on her heel, then picked up a sterile cotton swab and carefully dabbed i anto her wound.

The wound felt cool, a faint sting accompanying the sensation.

His palm was scorching hot, pressed against the skin of her calf. A juli of electricity shot through her, spreading through her limbs, making her body

hrum with unease.

She shifted uneasily, but his grip on her calf was firm, and she barely bulged

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The intimacy of their position felt overwhelming, her heart hammered faster, and the air around them thickened with unspoken tension. The room itself seemed to grow inexplicably hot.

Aubrey subtly pulled the hem of her skirt down over her knees, trying to shield her exposed, pale calves.

Her simple act registered deep in Damon’s eyes.

His hand, still disinfecting her wound, faltered, freezing for a few seconds. A barely perceptible shadow of melancholy flickered in his eyes before he picked up the ointment, squeezed it onto the cotton swabs, and resumed applying it.

His touch was incredibly gentle.

Aubrey’s heart grew increasingly restless, her gaze slowly drifting to the man’s handsome profile.

His deep-set eyes, his high, strong nose, the elegant line of his jaw seamlessly flowing into his neck. His Adam’s apple bobbed, hinting at an inherent, almost aristocratic grace that made him seem remarkably gentle and refined.

Damon had always been this way.

Even the slightest scratch or bruise would send him into a fuss. He’d hover, inspecting it, applying ointment, and making sure she rested.

As if she were made of glass, liable to shatter with just a touch.

Every little whimper of pain from her would tear at him.

The man seemed utterly oblivious to his own overwhelming strength.

He explained afterward: he’d had no experience, so he’d watched some adult films, and in the heat of the moment, he couldn’t tell the difference between pain and pleasure.

It was the longest he’d ever spent apologizing and wracked with guilt.

Once the cream was applied, Damon turned his head, his gaze finding hers.

The instant their gazes locked, Aubrey’s cheeks flushed, her thoughts snapping back. She quickly, shyly averted her gaze and lowered her leg.

“Thank you,” she said, standing up and taking a cautious step back. “It’s really late. You should finish your coffee and head home.”

“No, thanka”

“Suit yourself, then. Just leave the cup here when you’re done, and remember to close the door on your way out.”

A few minutes later, Aulirey emerged with her pajamas after taking off her makeup and braided imo the small bathroom next door

The bathroom light flickered on, and the distinct sound of running water filles the alt. Damon leaned bask, bas head turning ton and the bathroom.

He shouldn’t have looked. The moment be did, his entire Ionly Ignitel

The frosted glass wasn’t transparent, but it allowed light and shadows to juss through

With the continuous rush of water and the slow, deliberate movements of her slusser, her form became faintly visible through the |

Damon pulled his gaze away, turning his head to look out the dark window

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