Unethical

Chapter 9: Christmas day (Part One)

"Emma?" Adam's sleepy voice calls me as he stands on the last step of the stairs.

"Yes?" Gulping my saliva, I jolt up from the floor where I sit and move towards him.

"What are you doing?" He looks far too tired. He rubs his eyes multiple times, probably trying to see things clearer.

I take the chance and entwine my arm with his. Guiding him up the stairs, I speak up again.

"I was grabbing water, why?" I play it cool.

"I was having a weird dream that made me wake up." Adam leans most of his weigh on me.

We finally reach the door to our room, and I quickly open it.

"Oh baby..what were you dreaming?" Once in about to close the door, I notice Harry standing by his bedroom door, staring at me intently. I only smile before closing the door completely.

"I was dreaming of dead cows." Adam speaks half asleep. He finally takes his own weight and self to lay on his side.

"That is weird." I giggle as I hide myself under the warm sheets.

"Yeah." Adam turns to my side and wraps his arms around my waist.

I swallow the lump in my throat.

Once he's fully asleep again, I carefully watch him and begin to cry in silence. His hands wrapped lazily around me, makes my force to cry harder to maintain.

What I did to Adam was so wrong. He doesn't deserve that from me. I know how bad is what I did, but I can't come to a conclusion of regretting that.

Just remembering Harry's hands roaming my waist, makes me tingle inside.

What is wrong with me?!

Just yesterday, I couldn't stand Harry. Even earlier today, I didn't want to be in the same group with him.

But then again, Harry saved my life and I owe him so much. He killed someone for me!

I need to stop! Harry only saved me from being violated because it was the right thing to do. I am a married woman, and not only that. Also the fact that they happen to be half brothers. Harry is my brother-in-law.

With all these things running inside my head, I begin to grow very tired with so much thinking.

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"Are these all the dishes?" I turn to Gemma, who puts away the clean dishes.

"Yes." She responds without looking over at me.

"Okay." Locking the cap from the sink, I begin to fill it up with water. Once it's full halfway, I throw in a quart of soap.

"Where's your mom?" I make further conversation with Gemma as we do small chores.

"She took my grandma and Lottie to the spa." Gemma groans.

"The spa is opened today?" I question her a bit confused as I wash the dishes.

"No, but a friend of my mom owns one and she likes to give my mom those sort of Christmas gifts." Gemma finishes her chore and sits in front of me from across the counter.

"Oh that's sweet!" I admit.

"Yeah." She sighs.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, it's just...I've been talking to this guy named Matt since Halloween, but he hasn't texted me back since you and Adam arrived." Gemma starts to bite off her nail polish.

"Ohhh, we brought some bad luck!" I frown and pouch my lips.

"Shut up!" She begins to laugh so hard.