I Tempted My Brother-in-Law

Chapter 2

When Ethan came out and saw it was me, an awkward look crossed his face.

Silence instantly filled the space between us.

We stared at each other for a few seconds before he finally broke the tension first.

"You... needed the bathroom, right? Go ahead."

I nodded stiffly and walked forward.

As we passed each other, Ethan glanced at me. There was something hidden in his eyes, something complicated and impossible to describe.

The moment I stepped inside, my face burned even hotter.

The bathroom was still filled with his scent, lingering in every corner.

If only I could comfort him somehow...

No. What am I even thinking?

I hurriedly calmed my racing heartbeat before retreating to my bedroom.

That night, I couldn't stop replaying the scene in the bathroom over and over in my head.

Half-asleep, half-dreaming, I felt the weight of someone pressing down on me. His body pinned mine beneath him as I slowly sank deeper under his control, unable to resist.

I tried desperately to see who it was.

And when he finally turned his face toward me, I froze.

It was someone I knew all too well.

It was Ethan.

I jolted awake from the dream, my heart pounding violently against my chest.

I had actually dreamed about doing something like that with my own brother-in-law.

My cheeks were burning, and my pulse refused to slow down.

I forced myself to suppress the restless thoughts swirling in my mind. How could I start thinking about him that way? Was it because we'd lived together for too long?

For the first time, I seriously considered moving out, even though part of me couldn't bear the thought.

I didn't want to betray Claire.

Maybe I was too mentally exhausted from overthinking, because sometime later, I drifted back to sleep without realizing it.

The next morning, Ethan had already prepared breakfast for me like always.

The sight of him immediately sent my thoughts spiraling again. Afraid I might lose control and do something wrong, I left the house without saying a word.

Lately, I'd been deliberately staying late at work just to avoid him. I kept telling myself I was too busy to look for a new apartment, but deep down, maybe I simply didn't want to leave him at all.

After avoiding him for so long, I found myself missing him more and more.

That day, I finally skipped overtime, packed up my things, and headed to the subway station after work.

I squeezed into the packed train along with the crowd.

Because of the endless overtime lately, I was exhausted and half-asleep on my feet.

Then suddenly, I felt something rubbing against my backside...