Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates - Chapter 454

Chapter 454: 454-Forget-Me-Not
Helanie:

“I’m sorry, we were about to—” I uttered, shyly tucking my hair behind my ear.

“Kiss? I wish we had,” Emmet replied shamelessly, standing outside the hostel with me.

The glimard disappeared, and so did its glims and the snow. The temperature was back to how it should have been. The snow on the ground vanished like magic, too.

The others were so tired that they fell asleep after they transitioned to heal. It was just Emmet and me who stayed awake.

“How are you now?” he asked as I started walking beside him, strolling toward the ground.

The morning was arriving, and so were the brothers. They had informed Emmet that they would be over in some time.

“I’m good. I hate how I acted,” I mentioned, remembering the time I ran away because of the threats. But that was a scary day.

“Don’t ever do that again,” he warned me. As we walked side by side, I felt his hand brush against mine a few times before he tangled his pinky finger around mine.

“I won’t,” I replied, not sure if I was being honest.

“You have us now. We’ll make sure nothing happens to you,” he reassured me, his tone so comforting.

“How were you when I was gone?” I asked, noticing him steadily hold my entire hand in his.

“I’ll be honest with you—I was gone. I was lost. Norman told me… I almost didn’t even remember you.”

I knew he was being honest and sharing his side with me, but that part hurt me. I slipped my hand out of his. He noticed and stopped walking, turning to face me.

“I didn’t mean it like that. I don’t know what’s going on with me, Helanie. I’m forgetting things now—even you! And that’s what scares me the most.”

The sheer horror and sadness in his eyes sent goosebumps over my skin. I never wanted to see him so down. But the way he was talking made it seem like it was a serious matter. Even I had noticed it before, so I knew he wasn’t lying.

“Does your brother not know what’s going on?” I asked, worried about what would happen if he completely forgot about me.

“Come with me,” he said, holding my hand and quickly leading me away—away from the sight of the hostel’s building.

Once we were behind the big trees, he pulled me closer and spun me around, pressing my back against the tree. He cupped my face in his hands and crashed his lips against mine.

My heart started skipping beats as he recklessly sucked my lips, almost like he had been hungry for years.

“I thought you wanted to say something,” I managed to comment between heavy breaths when we broke the kiss for a moment.

Instead of answering, he crashed his lips against mine again, shoving his tongue into my mouth.

I instantly sucked on his lips hungrily, like a starving tigress.

“I am speaking… just to your soul,” he mumbled, breaking the kiss only slightly before sucking on my upper lip again.

I pulled on his bottom lip, letting him pull me even closer.

This time, he turned us around so he could lean back and pull me onto his chest, my entire body weight resting on him. He spread his legs so I could fit perfectly between them.

His hands were holding my back before slowly moving down to grope my ass. That was new to me.

I hadn’t had such interactions with anyone before. I had only shared a kiss with Kaye and made out a little with Maximus. But Emmet was different. His usual calm body language would shift into something more aggressive—like a beast who wanted to touch me everywhere.

We stayed like that, kissing and exploring each other. I mostly focused on his upper body, but his hands had slipped into my pants a long time ago. He had been massaging my ass for a while before I finally broke the kiss.

“I want to take you away from here for a while, even if it’s just for a day,” he said, his forehead resting against mine. He wouldn’t stop giving me sweet, gentle pecks on my lips the whole time.

“I would love that too,” I agreed, and he instantly smiled.

However, my eyes caught something on the side, and I pulled away from his arms. He looked offended, even pouting a little.

But I walked over to the side, plucked a flower, and returned to him while he watched me with those sexy eyes and a smirk that made my heart race.

“This is for you,” I said shyly, extending my hand with the flower.

His eyes stayed on my face, making me lower my gaze even more. Then, he gently accepted the flower, brushing his fingers against mine.

“Forget-me-not?” he smiled at the flower, staring at it.

“I don’t want you to ever forget me,” I mumbled, realizing just how far gone I was in love with him.

I hadn’t even realized I had such a crush on him until I pushed past my trauma and accepted that I deserved happiness, too.

“What if… some crazy twist of events makes me forget about you?” His question hit me hard, my chest tightening at the thought of not seeing myself reflected in Emmet’s eyes.

“Then I’ll make you remember me,” I said confidently. His smile widened.

“I will spend the rest of my life doing my best to stay by your side and make sure you never forget me.”

He kept watching my face, but slowly, his smile started to fade.

“What happened? Did I say something wrong?”

Honestly, I had grown up in a way that sudden changes in mood and expression meant trouble. So, it was instinct to ask.

“No, you did nothing wrong. It just reminded me of something,” he muttered.

“Someone once gave me a forget-me-not, but hers had a lot of thorns. I remember how they pricked my skin—” he lowered his head and stared at his fingers before sighing and looking up. “I’m sorry! So, what were we saying?” he asked, trying to move past it.

But I had heard it.

Someone had given him a flower. Who?

And was she that important that he still remembered her?