Do You Still Love Me When We Meet Again? (Aubrey and Damon) novel Chapter 9

After finishing her own dinner, Aubrey cleared the table and washed the dishes.

As she emerged from the kitchen, her eyes were drawn to Damon.

He had shifted into a more relaxed, casual posture, propping his head up with one hand as he leaned sideways against the couch, still engrossed in his phone screen.

Aubrey wondered what could possibly be holding his entire attention so completely.

As she passed the sofa, he didn’t even acknowledge her presence.

Considering everything, Damon had been incredibly decent. He’d let her shelter for the night during a typhoon and even cooked her dinner.

Most exes, after what she’d done, would probably rather watch her suffer, or actively try to make her life worse.

Not wanting to intrude on his quiet, Aubrey headed for the guest room.

Just as her hand closed around the doorknob, she remembered she might get thirsty in the middle of the night. Her earlier declaration about having her own water had simply been to shut Skylar up.

She paused, then turned to look at Damon.

The abrupt movement made her eyes unexpectedly meet Damon’s heated gaze.

It lasted only a split second. Damon instantly averted his eyes, looking back at his phone.

The hurried flicker of panic was gone as quickly as it appeared.

Aubrey froze for a beat, convinced she’d imagined it. Shaking off the thought, she politely asked, “Excuse me, do you have any bottled water?”

Mm–hmm.” Damon didn’t look up, replying absently.“In the fridge.”

Aubrey headed toward the kitchen again.

She walked past Damon once more.

Damon exhaled, a restless heat stirring within him.

Some women were genuinely oblivious to their own intoxicating charm.

Aubrey was precisely that type.

Her features were pure and ethereal; her long, black hair, silky smooth and flowing softly straight, cascaded around her. Her figure was perfectly contoured. The sheer silk nightgown she wore was already short, and over it, she’d pulled on his loose white shirt–with nothing underneath. A pair of ong, pale, straight legs was exposed, on display right in front of him.

She truly didn’t understand.

What men found truly sexy and alluring was never outright nudity. It was that innocent seduction, that blend of raw desire and pureness she possessed without even knowing it–the tantalizing, effortless way she moved that set a man’s imagination aflame.

Aubrey went back into the kitchen and pulled open the fridge.

i was packed full of ingredients, along with plenty of bottled water.

She’d always known Damon was a man who knew how to live well.

He always managed to live a life that was full, healthy, and incredibly grounded.

He must have anticipated the typhoon, preparing days‘ worth of food and water in the fridge for any unforeseen circumstances or emergencies.

She took out a bottle of water and closed the fridge door.

Leaving the kitchen, she walked past Damon again.

Just as she walked by, she heard Damon let out a heavy sigh

Puzzled, she turned back.

Damon’s eyes were closed, his head thrown back against the couch. He was half–reclined, his legs splayed wide, one hand gripping his phone, his body taut, pressed deeper into the cushions with an expression of utter frustration and fury.

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What was on that phone that made him so agitated?

But that wasn’t her concern.

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Aubrey stepped into her room.

Thirty minutes later, she emerged again, passing Damon to retrieve the clothes from the washing machine and transfer them to the dryer.

Once done, she made her way past Damon again and returned to her room.

Forty minutes later, the dryer cycle finished.

Aubrey emerged from her room once more, again passing Damon as she headed to the laundry area, where she took the clothes out of the dryer and folded them loosely.

For Damon, that damned desire was a relentless tide, one wave crashing into him before the last had even receded.

He tossed his phone onto the couch, rising, hot with frustration and irritation, and strode towards the laundry area.

Aubrey had just turned, her arms full of clothes, when Damon suddenly lunged, grabbing her wrist and pinning it against the wall.

The unexpected assault made Aubrey freeze.

The clean clothes slipped from her grasp, scattering across the floor as her back pressed against the wall, her gaze locked on him, tense.

“Aubrey, are you doing this to me on purpose?” Damon’s breath hitched, his deep eyes blazing with a raw heat as he gritted out each word.

A tremor ran through Aubrey, her face a mask of confusion.“Doing what on purpose?”

Damon’s lips parted as he exhaled, his dark eyes narrowed, locking onto her wide, innocent gaze. His voice was thick with frustrated desire.“Don’t play innocent with me. How many times have you walked back and forth in front of me tonight? If you’re looking for satisfaction, just say it. I might consider satisfying them.”

Aubrey half–understood, a blush creeping up her cheeks. Her heart pounded like a dozen frantic rabbits.

Yet, terrified she was misinterpreting him, she managed, “I don’t understand what you’re talking about.”

Damon’s frustration boiled over. He pressed his body against hers.“Now, do understand?”

The instant his body pressed against hers….

you

Aubrey’s eyes widened, her pupils trembling slightly. Stunned, tense, and utterly at a loss, a frantic, shaky gasp escaped her lips.

Now, she truly understood the source of his frustration.

His body, rigid.

His chest, hard.

His breath, ragged.

How could she have forgotten?

Damon used to lose it whenever he saw her in a nightgown. That’s why most of her sleepwear consisted of conservative tops and long pants.

Whenever she wore a nightgown, he saw it as a silent invitation.

‘Is that what this means?” Damon asked, his blazing eyes lowered, gazing at her. His voice was hoarse, barely a whisper. His body pressed against hers, his Adam’s apple bobbed.

Celibate for five years, Aubrey wasn’t without feeling.

Her body was alight with heat, her heart a frantic drumbeat in her chest. But reason told her they wouldn’t work out, and she shouldn’t tempt him.

Even adults were accountable for their actions, and especially since he was so deeply involved with Skylar.

She would never be the other woman.

Aubrey wrenched her wrist free, shoving against Damon’s chest with every ounce of her strength.

He took a single step back.

“Oh god, I’m so sorry. You misunderstood. I didn’t mean for that to happen,” she stammered, frantically bending to snatch her clothes from the floor, clutching them to her chest as she fled into the room.

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The moment the door shut, she locked it, leaning her back against the solid wood. Clutching the clothes tight, she gasped softly, her heart hammering painfully against her ribs.

A flush spread from her cheeks to her neck, heating her entire body, and a strange, hollow ache stirred low in her belly.

This was insane.

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