Do You Still Love Me When We Meet Again? (Aubrey and Damon) novel Chapter 87

Chapter87.

You reap what you sow. Judgment day is coming.”

The message on the note was ambiguous.

Damon looked at Aubrey, his eyes filled with concern. “Has this happened before?”

Yeah.” Aubrey nodded, slipped on her slippers, and went inside, handing another note to Damon.

Damon changed into slippers and followed her in, taking the note and reading it.“Did you call the police?”

I did, but based on the security footage, it looked like a woman,” Aubrey said wearily, sinking onto the sofa.“I couldn’t make out her face, and the wording on the notes isn’t threatening enough to do anything.”

Move out, Aubrey,” Damon said, sitting beside her and placing the two notes on the coffee table.“Come live with me.”

Aubrey scoffed, biting her lip as she glared at him. After a few silent seconds, she asked, “Weren’t you just here to use the bathroom?”

Damon suddenly realized and stood up.“I forgot.”

How could he forget if he really needed to pee?

Aubrey watched his back, sighing helplessly. She grabbed a throw pillow, hugged it, and leaned back against the sofa, her whole body relaxing.

A moment later, Damon came out, having washed his hands.

He walked towards the sofa, shrugging off his suit jacket as he went.

‘What are you doing taking off your jacket? Aren’t you leaving?” Aubrey asked, puzzled.

‘It’s late. I’ll leave tomorrow.” Damon tossed his jacket onto the sofa and sat down next to her.

He was sitting too close. Aubrey scooted away.

But as soon as she lifted her butt, she was yanked back down by her skirt. Glancing down, she saw Damon was sitting on the edge of it.

She set the pillow aside, pulled her skirt free, and scooted further away, perching on the edge of the sofa.

‘Am I the plague or something?” A hint of woundedness flickered in Damon’s warm gaze as he looked at her helplessly. “You have to get so far away from me.”

Aubrey maintained a relatively safe distance, muttering under her breath, “Don’t you know what you’re thinking?”

Damon gave a wry smile, leaned back, resting his head against the sofa back, and turned to gaze at her pretty face. He said softly, “I do, but I haven’t done anything to you, have I? No matter what I’m thinking, I haven’t touched you, have I?”

That’s because I’m a lawyer, and you’re afraid I’ll sue you.”

Damon chuckled softly. “Even if I raped you right now, you wouldn’t be able to bring yourself to send me to prison, Aubrey. I’m just respecting you, not afraid of you.”

Aubrey lowered her head, her cheeks growing hotter, her breathing uneven.

That was true.

Even if Damon forced himself on her, she wouldn’t be angry, much less press charges.

Damon exhaled a stifling breath, his gaze leaving her beautiful face, and stared ahead. His slender fingers gently undid the top two buttons of his shirt.

He pursed his dry lips, his Adam’s apple bobbing, his voice becoming husky, “It’s still early. How about a shower, then we can watch a movie before bed?”

Aubrey clenched her fist, leaning closer to him, her tone extremely displeased, “Damon, do you think this is your place?”

“Yeah,” Damon nodded in response.

“We’re both adults. Can’t you have some boundaries and keep your distance?”

“Adults?” Damon murmured the word, looking at her with a half–smile, “Are you afraid you can’t control yourself?”

Aubrey grabbed a pillow and lightly hit him with it, “I mean, you should have some boundaries and stop bothering me.”

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Damon snatched the pillow she hit him with, tossed it aside, leaned closer to her, and murmured, “Aubrey, let’s not be friends, let’s not be lovers, ler’s not get married, let’s just be like this.”

“Huh?” Aubrey was stunned.

Damon shifted closer, pressing his elbow into the sofa to lean in, his warm breath ghosting across Aubrey’s cheek.

Her heart hammered against her ribs like a trapped rabbit, and she instinctively recoiled.

“If we miss each other, we’ll meet up,” he murmured. “If we’re craving something, we’ll sleep together. When you need me, Fil he there. And when I need you, don’t walk away. Life’s too damn short to worry about labels.”

Aubrey hesitated.

His words landed like a ton of bricks, making it hard to breathe.

His face drew nearer, almost touching her lips, but she jerked her head away, evading his kiss.“Don’t,”

Damon’s fingers tightened on the sofa, his gaze heavy as he stared at her averted lips.

His mouth was dry, his mind racing. He swallowed hard, the sound rough in the quiet room.“Aubrey, just think about it.”

The air crackled with heat, a palpable tension filling the living room.

His subtle cologne and warm presence enveloped her, trapping her in a sensual bubble.

Her heart hammered against her ribs, her body tensed, and she clenched her fists, feeling utterly lost.

Lost in thought, Damon was rapidly losing control. His gaze swept over her flushed cheeks, her rosy lips, her pale neck, and her tempting shoulders, unleashing a torrent of desire within him.

The flames of lust blazed higher, overwhelming his iron will.

He fantasized endlessly about pinning her beneath him.

Like a parched plant in the desert, desperate for the life–giving rain.

He clenched his fist, abruptly stood up, and said in a hoarse voice, “I’m going to take a shower.”

With that, he strode into the bathroom.

The moment Damon left, Aubrey’s body went limp. She slumped back against the sofa, gasping for breath.

Her face was burning, and her mind was a whirlwind.

A man who had been chasing her for commitment since the beginning of their relationship was suddenly saying he didn’t want it?

This was an arrangement his family would never approve of.

His family would never approve.

Torn between her feelings, Aubrey closed eyes, rested her hand against her cheek, and curled up on the sofa.

Maybe it was exhaustion, or maybe it was Damon’s presence.

She drifted off to sleep, surprisingly peaceful.

Half an hour later, Damon emerged from the bathroom, dressed in his pajamas.

He walked into the living room, stopping short as his eyes landed on the woman sleeping on the sofa.

Her body was curved in a graceful pose, her knees slightly bent. Her dark hair cascaded down like a waterfall, partially veiling her

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