Do You Still Love Me When We Meet Again? (Aubrey and Damon) novel Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Damon’s grip tightened, seizing her struggling wrists and slamming them against the wall above her head.

He kissed her with a desperate, wild intensity. Like a predator consumed by instinct.

Tears she could no longer hold back welled in Aubrey’s tightly squeezed eyes, slowly tracing paths down her temples.

He showed no sign, no hint, of relenting. Unable to endure it a second longer, Aubrey bit down hard, sharply, on his lip.

A sharp hiss escaped Damon’s throat as a jolt of pain radiated through him, forcing him to finally release her lips.

The Damon she knew had always been nothing but gentle.

To be so utterly savage with her now, he must truly despise her. The thought sent a fresh wave of searing pain through Aubrey’s chest.

Damon kept her hands pinned, his hot breath ghosting across her cheek, showing no sign of releasing her.

“If you’re going to disappear from my world, then do it completely. Don’t let me ever see you again.” Damon’s voice was hoarse and low, cold as ice, a sharp blade that sliced brutally through her heart. A tearing pain ripped through her chest, stealing her breath.

“Fine,” Aubrey croaked, her throat raw and tight, the single word sharp despite her struggle.

Only she knew the truth.

In her world, Damon had never truly disappeared.

She suddenly understood the saying, one whispered in wistful tones: “Never fall too hard for someone when you’re young, or you’ll spend the rest of your life chasing their shadow, consumed by an unbearable loneliness.”

Damon finally released her. His long fingers brushed lightly over his bitten lip, without a single trace of regret, then he turned and walked out of the

Skylar, sober, drove with a strained intensity, her fingers gripping the steering wheel so tightly her knuckles were white. A palpable, acidic anger radiated from her. She shot a furious glance at Damon’s lips, then huffed, “Crestview City is huge, with so many people. Why did we have to run into her?”

Damon turned his head, his dark, brooding eyes fixed on the blurring streetlights outside the window. He didn’t answer her, instead asking, his voice Пat, “How did you get here?”

Skylar hesitated, her voice betraying a hint of guilt. “I asked Ryan. He told me you were here.”

Damon’s voice was sharp, cutting through the tense silence. “Stop trying to force your way into my circle of frienda.”

“Damon,” she ventured, her voice now a little softer, “Did you know Aubrey was with them? Is that why you came over?”

Damon closed his eyes, a flicker of irritation crossing his face. He said nothing, falling into a strained silence.

Skylar glanced at his expression. Seeing no significant shift in his mood, she pressed, “Aubrey, that backstabbing bitch, betrayed you. You’re not seriously thinking of getting back together with her, are you?”