Chapter 5: Hungry Eyes

Adrian quickly slipped under my comforter. I don’t even know how, but he managed to take off his shirt so naturally. Eight-pack abs and a trim waist nearly blinded me. He pressed his face lightly into my pillow’s messy hair, then lifted his eyes to look straight at me—from my brows to my lips. His gaze was deep and greedy.

It was like staring down a wolf, not a house pet. My heart hammered in my chest.

Even with my maxed-out cluelessness, I could tell the guy beside me wasn’t just a silent puppy. He was a wolf ready to pounce—just waiting for permission. A flicker of my disastrous dating history flashed through my mind. I coughed lightly and shyly apologized:

"Adrian, I’m sorry, I’ve never had an incubus before, so I didn’t know about your… traits. I mean, the hungry kind. I thought you were just here to help with chores."

He smiled, just a little. "It’s okay. I like doing housework for you."

As he spoke, the rumbling in his throat got louder—almost urgent. I swallowed, remembering the manual’s tip: "When an incubus is hungry, you can approach them and let them hold you. The owner’s body temperature and scent can help relieve their anxiety and hunger."

So I said: "Adrian, if you really feel bad, you can hold me."

"Okay."

His eyes lit up and he hugged me. At first, his posture was proper. After a while, seeing I was just blushing and not resisting, he immediately got bolder. One hand pressed on my back, the other wrapped around my waist. His tail curled around my calf, soft and warm, making my skin tingle. Was this supposed to be sexy? Because my brain just short-circuited. He buried his face in my neck, sniffing everywhere, his breath brushing over my skin—turning my mind to mush.

Oh my god. This incubus’s abs are the real deal. Adrian nuzzled me for a while, then suddenly said hoarsely:

"Morgan, I still feel bad."

Still secretly checking out his abs, I dazedly asked: "Then what else do you want to do?"

He looked up. "Can I kiss you?"