Do You Still Love Me When We Meet Again? (Aubrey and Damon) novel Chapter 179

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The corners of Damon’s mouth quirked up. Aubrey was his own personal source of sweetness; just a tiny drop of her affection was enough to leave him feeling completely intoxicated.

“Getting bored at home all day?” Damon asked, his fingers gently threading through her silky hair.

Aubrey immediately thought of what his boss had said–that he’d been taking far too many personal days lately. She couldn’t let him take any more time off.

“The housekeeper is here to keep me company, and the therapist comes by to talk through things. I’m not bored at all,” Aubrey said, pulling back slightly to meet his deep, handsome gaze.“I just missed you. Pure and simple.”

“I’ve been gone for less than ten hours.”

Ten hours is a lifetime.”

For the first time, Damon felt the sheer intensity of her love for him so clearly. It was a physical weight, a beautiful pressure. He cupped her blushing face in his hands and pressed a firm, lingering kiss against her soft, rosy lips.

Aubrey bit her lower lip, her clear, soulful eyes shimmering with a hint of bashful allure that felt both innocent and deeply feminine.

Damon’s Adam’s apple bobbed as a sudden, heavy heat flared in the depths of his eyes. “It’s almost time for dinner,” he murmured, his voice dropping.“Are you hungry?”

‘Not really,” Aubrey said, shaking her head softly.

Then we’ll eat later.” A faint, knowing smile played on his lips. He pulled out his phone and fired off a quick text to his mother.

Mom, Bree and I are going to grab dinner a bit later. Don’t wait up for us–go ahead and eat.]

Aubrey tilted her head, catching a glimpse of the message on his screen.

She could see right through him; she knew exactly what he was thinking.

He tossed his phone onto the mattress and gathered her into his arms, carrying her toward the bathroom.

What are you doing?” Aubrey whispered, her voice soft and tentative.

Damon hoisted her up, setting her down on the edge of the vanity. He braced his hands on either side of her, leaning in until they were inches apart. His warm breath fanned across her flushed cheeks as he murmured in a low, gravelly voice, “Bree, are you still in any pain? Any discomfort at all?”

‘No,” she said, a shy smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. She met his gaze, and as their eyes locked, the air between them thickened with a sudden,

electric heat.

‘How long did the doctor say we have to wait?” he asked, his voice dropping an octave. “Before we can be intimate again?”

‘Four weeks.”

‘So, how many weeks has it been now?”

‘Almost seven.”

Damon’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard, his gaze burning with an intensifying heat. His voice dropped to a low, husky rasp Can 1? Aubrey lowered her eyes, a shy flush creeping up her neck. She didn’t say a word, her fingers reaching up to slowly work the buttons of her blouse. Damon turned away, starting the warm water in the tub.

When he turned back, her clothes had pooled at her feet. She stood before him, her skin pale and soft, her silhouette undeniably stunning.

But to him, she looked far too thin.

Her waist was so narrow he could practically wrap a single hand around it, looking as though a stiff breeze might break her. It felt as if any illness could snatch her away from him forever; he was almost afraid to touch her with any real pressure.

He was terrified she couldn’t handle it, terrified he might hurt her.

Perhaps another man would look at a body like hers and feel nothing but a surge of heat and desire, but for Damon, the primary emotion was a sharp,

localized ache in his heart.

He suddenly found himself missing the Aubrey from college–the girl with the soft baby fat in her cheeks and the slight, adorable swell of a tummy after a full meal. Back then, she’d talk about dieting while diving into her food with a healthy appetite, her arms and legs soft and supple.

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The corners of Damon’s mouth quirked up. Aubrey was his own personal source of sweetness; just a tiny drop of her affection was enough to leave him feeling completely intoxicated.

“Getting bored at home all day?” Damon asked, his fingers gently threading through her silky hair.

Aubrey immediately thought of what his boss had said–that he’d been taking far too many personal days lately. She couldn’t let him take any more time off.

“The housekeeper is here to keep me company, and the therapist comes by to talk through things. I’m not bored at all,” Aubrey said, pulling back slightly to meet his deep, handsome gaze.“I just missed you. Pure and simple.”

“I’ve been gone for less than ten hours.”

“Ten hours is a lifetime.”

For the first time, Damon felt the sheer intensity of her love for him so clearly. It was a physical weight, a beautiful pressure. He cupped her blushing face in his hands and pressed a firm, lingering kiss against her soft, rosy lips.

.

Aubrey bit her lower lip, her clear, soulful eyes shimmering with a hint of bashful allure that felt both innocent and deeply feminine. Damon’s Adam’s apple bobbed as a sudden, heavy heat flared in the depths of his eyes.“It’s almost time for dinner,” he murmured, his voice dropping.“Are you hungry?”

Not really,” Aubrey said, shaking her head softly.

‘Then we’ll eat later.” A faint, knowing smile played on his lips. He pulled out his phone and fired off a quick text to his mother.

Mom, Bree and I are going to grab dinner a bit later. Don’t wait up for us–go ahead and eat.]

Aubrey tilted her head, catching a glimpse of the message on his screen.

She could see right through him; she knew exactly what he was thinking.

He tossed his phone onto the mattress and gathered her into his arms, carrying her toward the bathroom.

What are you doing?” Aubrey whispered, her voice soft and tentative.

Damon hoisted her up, setting her down on the edge of the vanity. He braced his hands on either side of her, leaning in until they were inches apart. His varm breath fanned across her flushed cheeks as he murmured in a low, gravelly voice, “Bree, are you still in any pain? Any discomfort at all?”

No,” she said, a shy smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. She met his gaze, and as their eyes locked, the air between them thickened with a sudden, electric heat.

How long did the doctor say we have to wait?” he asked, his voice dropping an octave.“Before we can be intimate again?”

‘Four weeks.”

So, how many weeks has it been now?”

‘Almost seven.”

Damon’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard, his gaze burning with an intensifying heat. His voice dropped to a low, husky rasp. “Can I?* Aubrey lowered her eyes, a shy flush creeping up her neck. She didn’t say a word, her fingers reaching up to slowly work the buttons of her blouse. Damon turned away, starting the warm water in the tub.

When he turned back, her clothes had pooled at her feet. She stood before him, her skin pale and soft, her silhouette undeniably stunning

But to him, she looked far too thin.

Her waist was so narrow he could practically wrap a single hand around it, looking as though a stiff breeze might break her. It felt as if any illness could snatch her away from him forever; he was almost afraid to touch her with any real pressure.

He was terrified she couldn’t handle it, terrified he might hurt her.

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