Midnight Intruder’s Milk Claim - Chapter 5: Chapter 5

Night crept in slowly, wrapping the room in shadows as I lay in bed, my mind buzzing with restless anticipation. Every detail from the previous night replayed behind my eyelids like a forbidden film.
Just as sleep began to pull me under, the soft click of the door broke the silence—followed by that familiar, teasing whistle.
My eyes flew open, adrenaline surging through me, a tangled knot of fear and excitement tightening in my chest.
Two voices battled in my head.
One screamed: Call the cops! This is insane!
The other whispered: But he hasn’t hurt you. In fact, he’s all you’ve thought about since last night. Why ruin this? Maybe he’s exactly what you’ve been missing.
Indecision paralyzed me. So I stayed still, feigning sleep.
Footsteps padded closer, deliberate and unhurried. Then, without hesitation, the covers lifted, and the mattress dipped under his weight as he slid in beside me.
I squeezed my eyes shut, my pulse hammering in my throat—until his low chuckle sent a shiver down my spine.
"I whistled first so I wouldn’t scare you," he murmured, his voice rough but amused. "Let’s make that our thing, yeah?"
A pause. Then, softer: "I know you’re awake. Were you waiting for me?"
Busted. My lashes fluttered open, heat rushing to my cheeks.
The mask still hid his face, but tonight, the amber glow of the bedside lamp revealed his eyes—warm, honey-brown, nothing like Theo’s bottomless dark ones.
This wasn’t him.
The fear from last night had dulled, replaced by something far more dangerous. Curled beneath the sheets, I let my gaze wander.
His body was a work of art—Nathan could never compare.