Do You Still Love Me When We Meet Again? (Aubrey and Damon) novel Chapter 78

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No matter how much Aubrey shook him, he wouldn’t stir.

She simply couldn’t bring herself to call the police and make such a scene, and she certainly couldn’t bear to send Damon to the police station to sober

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Emotionally drained and utterly weary, Aubrey finally conceded. She picked up a pillow, resigned.“Fine. If you’re not leaving, you can stay here tonight. I’ll just take the couch in the living room.”

Hugging the pillow, she covered him with the blanket. Just as she started to turn away, Damon’s hand shot out, wrapping around her wrist.

Aubrey froze. His searing touch on her wrist sent a jolt through her, a warmth so intense, so potent, it felt like her very blood was simmering.

His grip was strong and unyielding, a powerful hold on her wrist.

Suddenly, he sat up, his head still drooping with drowsiness.“You sleep in the bed,” he murmured softly.“Just put a pad on the floor for me. I’ll only stay one night, I won’t disturb you for long.”

Aubrey hesitated.

She was already a light sleeper, needing pills to fall asleep, and that small sofa in the living room would be agony.

In the end, she gave in again.“Okay,” she said.

Damon immediately released her hand.

Aubrey put down the pillow and retrieved a sleeping pad, a pillow, and a thin blanket from the closet.

It was summer, so he’d be comfortable enough on the floor with just a mat.

She finished making his makeshift bed on the floor. As she stood, she watched Damon sway unsteadily toward the bathroom.

“If you have to pee, please sit down,‘ she said, her voice sharp.’Don’t stand and make a mess of my toilet. I’m not cleaning it!”

Damon had just reached the bathroom doorway, bracing a hand against the wall to steady himself. He turned, meeting her gaze, his deep black eyes glinting with a mischievous helplessness.“Or,‘ he drawled, his voice a low tease, ‘you could come in and help me hold it.”

Aubrey’s face instantly flushed a hot crimson. She ducked her head, suddenly fascinated with smoothing out her own bed linens, and hissed out two words.“You pervert!“”

Damon chuckled softly, the sound a low rumble, then disappeared into the bathroom, the door clicking shut behind him.

Aubrey let out a pent–up breath, feeling the lingering heat on her cheeks. She took the cup out to wash it, then returned to the room with a glass of ice water. Pulling open a drawer, her gaze fell on the sleeping pills nestled inside. She hesitated.

Should I take a sleeping pill before I try to sleep?

Just then, Damon opened the door and walked out.

Aubrey quickly shut the drawer, feigning a calm she didn’t feel as she tipped her head back and drank her water.

Damon walked past her, heading out into the living room to kick off his shoes and socks before tucking them neatly into the shoe cabinet. Barefoot, he padded back into the bedroom, settling onto his spot on the floor. He pulled the thin blanket over himself, closed his eyes, and murmured, “Goodnight, big sis.”

‘Don’t call me ‘big sis‘ anymore,” Aubrey said, setting her glass down, her voice hardening.

Damon’s lips curved into a faint smile as he shifted onto his side.

Aubrey slid into the big bed, pulling the thin blanket over her. She reached for the remote, setting the AC to a comfortable seventy–nine degrees Fahrenheit.

Putting down the remote, she turned off the light.

The room plunged into darkness, utterly silent.

It wasn’t long before Damon felt the temperature steadily climb. He kicked off the thin blanket. “What’s the temp?” he grumbled. “It’s boiling in here!”

Even tucked under the covers, Aubrey still felt a slight chill. Her eyes closed, she murmured, more to herself than to him, “Eighty–one degrees is my perfect sleeping temperature.”

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Damon sat up, his movements fluid and unhurried. He unbuttoned every single button on his shirt, peeled it off, and tossed it carelessly onto the floor beside the bed before flopping back down.

A man with his kind of potent masculine energy already ran hot, but with the alcohol coursing through his veins, he was practically radiating heat.

It was summer, and for him, eighty degrees Fahrenheit indoors felt like a sweltering sauna.

“Aubrey, why don’t you just grab two blankets, and we’ll set the AC to seventy–five?”

Aubrey turned onto her side, facing Damon, and said deliberately, “A calm mind can keep you cool.”

Damon offered a wry, defeated smile, pushing himself up as his fingers went to the buckle of his belt.

“Damon, what are you doing?” Aubrey’s heart began to pound as she vaguely saw his movements and heard the click of his belt buckle.“Don’t you dare take off your pants in my room.”

Damon slid the belt free, his voice low and laced with a suggestive undertone.“Aubrey, we’ve slept together for years. The only thing we’ve ever been truly out of sync on is the AC temperature.”

In the dim, hazy room, Aubrey’s gaze fixed on the tall figure before her, her heart slamming against her ribs, her breath catching in her throat.

His words were so brazen, and he was unbuckling his belt right in front of her.

She knew Damon wasn’t the type to force anything on her, so she wasn’t worried he’d lunge at her.

But this? This was blatant, intentional seduction.

She cleared her throat.“What if we meet in the middle? The AC at seventy–seven degrees Fahrenheit. Can we do that?”

“Fine,” he conceded, already moving through the dim light toward the bathroom. “I’m going to take a shower. Can you order me some pajamas and underwear online and have a delivery service bring them?”

Aubrey shot up in bed, her voice laced with disbelief.“Damon, you are absolutely unbelievable! I let you stay the night, and now you’re pushing your luck? You want to shower here, and you want me to buy you underwear?”

Damon pushed open the bathroom door, flipping on the light, and turned to look at Aubrey, who was still perched on the edge of the large bed.

He stood bathed in the warm, golden light, his handsome features sharply defined. Shirtless, with broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist, the sculpted lines of his body were nearly flawless. He seemed unfazed by her unspoken resistance, continuing as if nothing was amiss. “You haven’t forgotten my underwear size, have you? While you’re out, grab me a pair of slippers and some toiletries, too.”

Aubrey’s jaw dropped. She was so speechless, a laugh, hollow and tinged with pure exasperation, escaped her lips.

A humorless laugh burst from her, leaving her utterly at a loss for words.

A faint smile played around Damon’s eyes as he entered the bathroom and closed the door.

Then, the rush of water began.

Aubrey bit down on her lower lip, her fist clenching as she pounded the bed twice, mortified and fuming. She took a deep breath, then another, trying

to steady her turbulent emotions. She mumbled,“He’s infuriating. He’s definitely not drunk. He’s faking it. He has to be.”

This is too much,” Aubrey grumbled, reaching for her phone to order Damon a delivery.

If she didn’t buy them, he’d definitely parade around stark naked, probably even sleep in the nude.

Damon truly excelled at playing dirty.

Just one feigned drunken night, and he’d wormed his way into her apartment, even using her bathroom as if it were his own.

He was clearly planning his next visit already.

Had she completely misjudged him all this time?

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