Do You Still Love Me When We Meet Again? (Aubrey and Damon) novel Chapter 202

Chapter 202: Sharing a Bed

Aubrey didn’t struggle. She leaned back into his solid chest and looked down, her voice soft. Damon, I really do need to go back to Crearview Cay for

bit.”

Damon let go of her wrists. Instead, he slid his arm around her waist, pulling her flush against him. He leaned down, his face inches from hers. “se urgent? he whispered.

The old neighborhood is being torn down for redevelopment,” she explained. “Brendan wants me to come home and sign the paperwork.”

He needs something from you, so you got the $300,000 back?”

Aubrey nodded. Her body felt stiff and hyper–sensitive in his arms. Her heart wouldn’t stop racing.

It was always like this. Every time he got close, it felt so natural, so seamless. He never gave her a chance to pull away. It almour felt like she was the one walking right into his trap.

Til go with you, Damon murmured softly. “I’ve still got three days of leave. That should be enough time.

The night was heavy, the courtyard shrouded in a misty darkness. A nearby streetlight cast a dull yellow glow, fusing their shadows into a single silhouette on the pavement. The wind was cool, but his chest was a furnace against her back. It made her feel anchored.

Aubrey didn’t want to get in the way of his work. “I’ll get a ticket tomorrow and leave the day after,” she said, declining. Tll probably be in Crestview for few days to handle everything. You have a job to do, so you don’t need to come with me.’

As soon as the words left her mouth, his arms tightened around her. He buried his face into the crook of her neck, his hot, heavy breath ghosting over her skin. The sensation sent a sharp shiver straight down her spine.

She caught the faint sound of a sigh near her ear. He sounded anxious, almost grieving.

After a long silence, his raspy voice hit her ear. “I’ll book the tickets. If you need anything at all, you have to tell me.”

Okay,” Aubrey murmured.

Come back to New Haven the second you’re finished.” His voice was barely a whisper, but his breath was ragged. I’ll be waiting for you.”

I will.” She nodded, a sharp pang hitting her deep in her chest, like a needle prick.

Sleep in my room tonight,” Damon said.

Wait, what?” Aubrey blinked. “I’ve basically forgotten about the movie. I’m not that scared anymore. You don’t need to…”

Damon cut her off. “Well, I’m scared. My head is still full of scenes from that horror flick.”

You…”

Just like last night,” he murmured. “I won’t touch you. We’ll just share the covers and sleep.”

Aubrey knew the horror movie was just an excuse. He hadn’t been scared at all; he’d watched the whole thing without even flinching

But since he’d asked, refusing would make her seem high–maintenance. They were a couple now, after all.

She still didn’t have her memories, and Damon was being respectful. He’d promised not to touch her, and his restraint was more than she could have asked for. She didn’t have a single reason to say no.

Fine, Aubrey agreed. “But it’s getting cold. Can we get an extra blanket?

Damon gave a faint smile, a low “Yeah” vibrating in his throat. He let go of her, but immediately reached down to take her hand. “Dinner should be ready by now. Let’s go eat.”

The second their palms touched, Aubrey’s heart skipped a beat. She stared down at his warm hand, letting him lead the way.

His hand was so big and warm, his fingers long and strong. It almost completely swallowed hers. It felt solid. Safe.

She walked half a step behind him.

Her gaze followed the line of his hand, slowly traveling up his long arm before settling on his broad shoulders. Under the warm amber light, the side of his face looked almost unreal–quiet, distant, like a star shining in the night.

The tips of his ears were faintly red, and his short black hair looked clean and effortlessly neat.

He was–without a doubt–ridiculously good–looking.

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A man like him women had to be throwing themselves at him constantly, right?

So why did he seem so insecure? Why did he act like he was so terrified of losing her?

After dinner, they headed back out to the garden for another walk

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They picked a few pears and made juice. They sat in the living room together, sipping their drinks. She read a book while he stayed busy on his laptop.

It was the first quiet night at Blackwood Crescent. No one was there to bother them

The housekeeper didn’t stay overnight. The house was dead silent. The only sounds were the rustle of pages and the soft, occasional click of his keyboard

Outside, the cold wind whistled through the courtyard. Inside, the living room was toasty and warm

Damon pinched the bridge of his nose and rubbed his eyes. He looked up from his laptop screen, his gaze landing on Aubrey across from him.

She leaned back against the sofa, one hand holding her book while the other propped up her cheek. Her head was tilted slightly, her eyes fixed on the pages

She was breathtaking when she was this focused.

On the outside, she looked like a lily of the valley–serene and elegant. But in reality, she was a cactus. She was covered in thorns and possessed a fierce, stubborn will to survive.

Now that she’d lost her memory, her true personality was finally coming through.

After Aubrey got together with him, she had plucked out almost all her thorns. She’d smoothed out her edges to please everyone around her, but she’d forgotten to look after herself. That constant suppression and pain were what had eventually pushed her into the depths of depression.

Bree…” he said softly.

Hmm? Aubrey didn’t look up. Her eyes stayed glued to the page.

It’s eleven. Ready for bed?”

Aubrey finally pulled her gaze away from the book and checked her phone. ‘Is it really that late?”

By the time you shower and get settled, itll be past midnight.”

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