Do You Still Love Me When We Meet Again? (Aubrey and Damon) novel Chapter 88

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Still half–asleep, Aubrey mumbled, “I didn’t get much sleep last night.”

“Up to no good, were you?” Damon teased.

Aubrey nodded, answering with complete seriousness, “Yeah, I was.” She shuffled wearily toward the bedroom.

Watching her go, Damon assumed she was joking and didn’t give it another thought.

He sat down, grabbed the remote, and flipped through channels, finally settling on the news.

About an hour passed.

Damon still hadn’t seen Aubrey emerge from the bedroom.

He turned off the TV and got up to check on her.

Inside, the warm light cast a hazy glow. Aubrey was already in bed, fast asleep under the covers.

Damon closed the door and walked over with a light step. He propped himself up on the bed with one hand, leaning down to gaze at Aubrey’s sleeping face in the warm light.

She was wearing a nightgown, her breathing was light, and she was sleeping soundly. A faint, clean scent of her bath drifted in the air.

Damon was curious as to why she was so tired.

Heartless thing, she didn’t even call me to sleep, just went to sleep on her own.

Damon didn’t disturb her sleep. He got up, walked to the closet, opened the door, and reached for a mattress.

Suddenly, he froze, turning back to look at Aubrey, who was fast asleep on the large bed.

After a few seconds of contemplation, he stuffed the mattress back in, closed the closet door, and tiptoed to the side of the bed, slipping in next to her.

He carefully lay down beside Aubrey and turned off the light.

In the pitch–black room, there was only the sound of their even, light breathing. He turned and moved closer to Aubrey, pulling the blanket up to her

shoulders.

Aubrey didn’t wake up.

In an instant, Damon moved closer to her again, until they were just inches apart. He reached out, slipped his arm under Aubrey’s neck, and pulled her into his arms, letting her head rest in the crook of his elbow.

He closed his eyes, pressing a soft kiss to Aubrey’s hair at her forehead, utterly content.

“Good night, Aubrey,” he murmured silently.

The next morning, Aubrey gradually stirred from her sleep.

Her neck felt stiff. She shifted slightly and opened her eyes.

Her gaze landed on a broad chest covered in familiar pajama fabric.

In that instant, her heart clenched. She realized she was pressed against a solid arm, and another large hand was draped around her waist as she lay on her side, facing him.

Enveloped in the warmth of his embrace, she slowly tilted her head back, taking in the sharp angles of Damon’s jawline, the faint stubble shadowing his

skin.

Her heart pounded faster. Her body tensed as she gingerly lifted his large hand from her waist, nervously inching backward, terrified of waking the man sleeping beside her.

After creating some distance, she finally saw Damon’s handsome profile and sighed with resignation.

The last time she’d been here, he’d slept on the floor.

Now, the second time, he’d climbed right into her bed, seizing the opportunity to move up–no holds barred.

Aubrey didn’t get up, quietly gazing at his beautiful sleeping face.

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His skin was flawless, not a single blemish or spot in sight. His features were so refined, it was impossible to look away.

Lost in admiration, she couldn’t resist reaching out, gently tracing the bold arch of his eyebrows. They weren’t meticulously groomed like a woman’s, but they were incredibly handsome, perfectly complementing his intense eyes.

Her fingertip followed the line of his brow downward.

Lightly skimming over the bridge of his sharp nose, drifting to his philtrum, and finally settling on his soft, pale lips.

The moment her fingertip brushed his lips, she felt an involuntary shiver, like an electric current spreading from her fingertip through her entire body, leaving her weak–kneed.

Suddenly, Damon’s eyes snapped open.

Aubrey froze, startled, and immediately yanked her hand back.

With lightning reflexes, Damon caught her wrist the instant she tried to pull away, pressing her delicate fingers firmly against his lips, bis burning gaze locked onto her flustered eyes.

Aubrey’s heart hammered in her chest, her ears flushed hot, but she forced herself to appear calm.

They stared at each other in silence, their gazes intertwined, as if their souls were locked in an intimate embrace, though neither of them made a physical move.

Damon was beyond tormented. He took her hand and guided it down, over his pajama top, tracing the contours of his firm, warm chest.

Aubrey froze, her cheeks flushing crimson instantly. Her fingers trembled rigidly, her breath hitched, and she swallowed nervously, utterly bewildered.

She tugged at her hand, trying to pull it away.

He held it firmly in place.

“Let go, I need to use the bathroom,” Aubrey blurted out, panic lacing her voice as she ducked her head to avoid his burning gaze.

Damon relented, releasing her hand.

Aubrey scrambled out of bed, threw back the covers, and hurried to the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind her.

Watching her flee, Damon squeezed his eyes shut in frustration. He rolled over onto his stomach, willing himself to get a grip.

Inside the bathroom, Aubrey sat on the toilet, replaying the scene in her mind, caught in a tangle of embarrassment and longing.

She was torn between wanting to establish boundaries with Damon and being unable to resist his allure.

This is insane.

After using the toilet, she washed her face, brushed her teeth, and slicked her hair back.

She took a deep breath, composed herself, and opened the bathroom door to step back into the bedroom.

She found Damon lying face down on the bed.

I’m going to make breakfast.” Aubrey blurted out, hurrying out of the room.

‘Aubrey…” Damon murmured, turning his head, his hazy gaze fixed on her retreating figure, then he sighed deeply.

Aubrey entered the kitchen, taking a bag of frozen steamed buns, two eggs, and an ear of corn from the refrigerator.

She threw all the ingredients into a pot to steam.

Damon finished washing up, retrieved his clean clothes that had been drying on the balcony overnight, went back to the room to put them on, and then came out to sit at the dining table.

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