Do You Still Love Me When We Meet Again? (Aubrey and Damon) novel Chapter 234

Chapter 234: Can I Stay Over?

Aubrey’s response instantly broke the tension, and the mood at the dinner table finally lightened up.

A smile gradually spread across Damon’s face. His cold aura visibly melted, replaced by a soft warmth. He started joking with Tracy, catching up with his father about work, and plating food for his mother.

Every few seconds, his eyes would drift back to Aubrey. He stayed focused on her, making sure she was eating enough, sliding the best cuts of meat onto her plate, handing her napkins, and even getting her a second bowl of soup. He was incredibly attentive.

After dinner, everyone moved to the living room to chat over tea and fruit.

Aubrey slipped away to her room to wash up and didn’t come back out.

Tracy curled up on the sofa, leaning against Victoria’s arm while she scrolled through her phone.

Chase and Damon sat together, drinking tea and talking.

They covered everything–global news, domestic politics, the economy, and the latest in aerospace.

Every time there was a lull in the conversation, Damon would take a sip of tea and glance toward Aubrey’s bedroom door.

Victoria noticed his longing look and couldn’t help but speak up. “Damon, stop staring. Once Aubrey goes to her room for the night, she’s not coming back out.”

At that, Tracy’s head snapped up as she looked at Damon.

Damon gave a tight, awkward smile. He didn’t deny it, but he didn’t say anything either. He just nodded, pulled back his gaze, and went back to his conversation with his father.

Tracy frowned, leaning in to whisper to Victoria. “Mom, what’s Damon looking at?”

Victoria leaned close to her ear and murmured, “He’s watching Autumn’s door. He’s probably hoping she’ll come back out. She’s been staying here with me for days now, and he clearly misses her. He’s just trying to steal a few more minutes with her since he’s finally here.”

Tracy pressed closer, her voice a low conspiratorial whisper. “Wait, they aren’t sharing a room tonight?”

Victoria gave a helpless smile. “They don’t even share a bed at their own place. They definitely won’t here.”

“Are they really that distant?”

“Autumn lost her memory,” Victoria explained. “She’s still a bit uncomfortable and guarded. Your brother has always been a gentleman. He’s too well–bred to force himself on her.”

Tracy went quiet for a moment, then a mischievous spark lit up her eyes. She smirked and whispered, “He won’t force it? Fine.”

Victoria chuckled and gave Tracy’s head a playful shove. “Don’t you dare start anything.”

Tracy’s head wobbled from the shove, but her grin only widened. She locked her eyes on Damon, her mind already racing with ideas on how to get her brother into Autumn’s bedroom.

The night grew deep. Everything went quiet.

Everyone headed to their rooms to call it a night. Damon stepped out of the bathroom, rubbing his short hair dry with a towel.

Just as he walked out, he caught a glimpse of a figure slipping out of his bedroom. It was Tracy. She was acting shady, clutching a bucket in her hands.

He frowned, confused. But when he reached the side of his bed, he realized exactly what the girl was up to.

The entire bed was drenched. Water dripped from the edges of the comforter, and a huge puddle had formed on the floor.

Cold water on his bed? It was early December in the North.

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Damon frowned. He grabbed a corner of the comforter and yanked it up. It was heavy, soaking wet and dripping. He let go. “Thud.” It hit the bed again.

He tossed his towel aside, grabbed his phone, and headed out to find Tracy.

He walked straight toward the guest room.

Sure enough, Tracy was just creeping out. He caught her red–handed, grabbing her by the back of her collar. “What the hell are you doing?”

Tracy looked like a tiny bird trapped under his massive, muscular frame. He had her by the back of the collar, but she just flashed a guilty, suck–up smile and clutched her empty bucket. “Damon,” she chirped, “every guest room–including yours–is soaking wet.”

Damon’s face fell. “You want me to sleep on the couch?”

Tracy grinned, her eyes flashing a warning. “Try it and I’ll soak the couch, too.”

His eyes darkened. “Do you really hate me that much? It’s freezing out there and it’s middle of the night. You’re really trying to kick

me out?”

Tracy groaned, shoving his arm away and yanking her collar free. She glared at him like he was the densest man alive. “God, you’re hopeless. Aubrey’s bed isn’t wet. You can just sleep in her room tonight.”

Damon almost laughed. He reached out and flicked her forehead. “What is wrong with you? You’re a little menace.”

Tracy rubbed her head and took a step back. “Hey, I’ve done all I can for you. The rest is up to you.”

With that, she disappeared into her room with the bucket.

Inside Aubrey’s room, the warm lights were on, making the space feel cozy and inviting.

Aubrey had just finished her shower. She was sitting in bed, tucked under the covers, reading a book.

Nora was just about to turn off the lights when someone knocked. She glanced at the time–11:30 PM. Who could it be this late?

Aubrey figured it was Damon. She smoothed her hair, slipped into her fuzzy slippers, and went to open the door.

The moment the door swung open, she saw Damon standing there in his grey winter pajamas. His eyes were dark, and his mouth was pulled into a pout. “Tracy went on a rampage with a bucket and soaked every bed in the house,” he said, looking completely miserable. “Only her room, yours, and my parents‘ are still dry. Can you take me in for the night?”

Aubrey was stunned for a second, but then it clicked. Yeah, that was definitely something Tracy would do.

“Come in.” Aubrey didn’t even hesitate. She stepped back and pulled the door wide to let him through.

Damon walked over to the edge of the wide bed. He stood there, staring at the two pillows and the single comforter. His long fingers reached out, lightly tracing the book she’d left on the nightstand. His Adam’s apple bobbed.

Aubrey shut the door and stepped inside.

Damon turned to face her. He played it cool, pointing toward the loveseat. “Maybe I should just sleep on the sofa.”

Aubrey glanced at the sofa.

It was barely four feet long. He was over six feet tall–there was no way he’d fit.

“Don’t bother. Just sleep on the bed.” Aubrey looked down, avoiding his eyes. Her heart felt heavy. “I’m tired. I’m going to sleep. Goodnight.”

She walked around to the other side of the bed, pulled back the covers, and climbed in. She immediately turned her back to him.

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