Make me remember (to forget)

Chapter 34

But even though Adam packed her stuff into the basement yesterday so that Mom can take her room, it still doesn't feel right for her place to be taken. So I take a deep breath and open my bedroom door. "Mom, here's your room."

Mom is surprised for a second. "Oh, you've taken my room instead of the guest room?" I can't believe that Em sleeps in my Mom's old room. It's ironic.

I shrug. "Yeah. It's warmer," I lied. It's not warmer, but it's closer to Adam's room and that's probably why Em took it. But again, Mom doesn't know of Em's existence.

She smiles. "Okay. I'll take the guest room then."

"Sure. FYI, Adam and I turned the guest room into a basement where we store the stuff that we need most so that we don't have to go all the way downstairs." That is such a good convincing lie that I resist the urge to high-five myself.

"Oh, smart. Sure, no worries. I'm going to unpack and call it a night. That seventeen hours flight really wore me down."

She gets on her toes and leaves a small kiss on my cheek. "It's so good to see you, my baby. Good night."

"Night, mom."

When I turn, Adam is staring at me. "You gave her your room?"

"It didn't feel right for someone else to sleep in Em's bed," I murmured as I walked back to the living room. "Plus, she's gonna flip if she sees the creepy black walls."

His hand stops me.

"Thank you, Logan. I appreciate it. I'm sure she will too."

"No, she doesn't need to know." I've already shown her that I care way too much.

"I take it that you two are still fighting?"

We're not still fighting. I wish we were fighting. Instead, she's pretending that I don't exist at all.

When I don't respond, Adam sighs. "Well, I'm introducing her to Jade tomorrow. So, I'm begging you, no drama from your side. I already have to prepare for a war from Jade's side."

I raise my arms innocently. "I promise, I'll behave."

"Thanks."

As soon as I walk into Em's room, her scent hits me. I fight the urge to groan as memories from last night rush back into my mind. Her fingertips on my neck, her lips on my earlobe, her hips against mine. The small breaths she'd let out and fuck my life, her moans are enough to make my knees weak.

I notice that her stuff are still on the counter. Adam was probably going to tell Jade about her tonight, assuming that he left the room as it is. I can't help but walk towards the drawer where she has two polaroids on the wall. The first one is a picture of the team at the office next to a Christmas tree.

My lips twitch upwards at the sight of everyone carrying Em. She can be such a diva sometimes.

The next one is of her and Adam skiing. They have their thumbs up and wide smiles.

Next to the pictures is her perfume bottle. My hands reach to smell it. The strong scent of vanilla hits my nostrils. It smells just like her. Next is a bunch of hair ties and clips, since she always has her hair up in a messy bun.

Fuck - I can't do it. I can't stay in her room tonight. I can't. In fact, I need to get the fuck out of here. I'll just sleep in the basement tonight, even if it's freezing.

I close the door after me and walk downstairs. I have mixed feelings towards the basement. On the one hand, it's a dump, there's literally no arguments there. But, on the other hand, it's cozy and Em has hidden some gems in there, I just know it.

Looking through old Vinyl records and books might take my mind off things for a while. Before I could plunge into my search for the hidden gems around here, I notice that my phone is vibrating on the desk.

Mar.

I can literally sense a headache coming my way. But at the same time, I haven't spoken with her in a while and I owe her that, at least.

"Hey, Mar. I miss you."

There's silence for two seconds. "Hello?" I try again.

"Hi," Her voice is a breath. "I didn't think you'd pick up."

I'm such an asshole. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I've just been-"

"Crazy busy. I know, you keep saying that."

Uh oh. She's awfully calm. Mar is never awfully calm. Unless she's on anxiety pills, that's when she gets this way. Ah, fuck - "Mar, are you back on Benzos?"

She lets out a long sigh. Fuck, Mar. My hand covers my forehead. "Mar, you shouldn't be on those. You know what happened last time."

But instead of saying anything, she just bursts into tears. And the award of the dick of the year goes to - Logan fucking Emerson.