Please get me out of this BL novel...I'm straight! novel Chapter 417

Chapter 417: ’Replace The Sensation.’

Florian was silent.

Not for seconds—minutes.

Heinz’s arms remained around him, steady and firm, but his heart was beginning to stir with unease.

He had expected the usual—stammering, flustered apologies, the way Florian would fidget or accidentally pull away, too shy to even hold eye contact. But now...

Florian just trembled in his arms.

Still crying. Still shaking. Still trying to breathe through the weight of everything that had returned to him.

’What’s going through your mind right now, Florian...?’

Heinz didn’t speak. He didn’t dare. He had a feeling that pushing even a little might shatter whatever fragile hold Florian had on himself.

So he waited. He gave him time.

Because he understood—Florian was still adjusting. The flood of memories, most of them painful, must have been unbearable.

He hadn’t even asked about Alexandria yet... or the man who kidnapped him.

’He’s not ready. I’ll wait.’

In a way, Heinz was grateful. Grateful that Florian was still letting him hold him.

It gave him time to think. To breathe.

To face the truth.

His feelings—both for the Florian of his past and the Florian now—were too complicated to explain in one breath.

But he understood one thing. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

Everything had changed.

He needed answers now—why so many of his memories were missing. What the original Florian meant by "just because Alexandria is gone... doesn’t mean it’s over."

What wasn’t over?

And perhaps most of all—who was this Florian, really?

Because he was not just a victim. He wasn’t just fragile or kind or forgiving.

He was something more.

And now Heinz would no longer deny it.

But then—

"Your Majesty?"

Florian’s voice broke through the fog. Small. Shaky. Still raw from sobbing.

Heinz hummed in response. "Mhm?"

"I have a confession to make."

Heinz froze.

’A confession...?’

What kind of confession?

Was it...?

No.

It couldn’t have been.

It came too suddenly. His thoughts spiraled—but he kept his tone calm, composed. "And what is that?"

Florian was silent for a moment, then he spoke though his words were barely audible, muffled against Heinz’s chest.

"The night you woke up inside my room... actually... something happened between us."

Heinz blinked. Eyes widening.

’So he’s finally bringing it up...? But why now?’

"I also found out that during the time I was under the aphrodisiac... something happened between us too. And you didn’t tell me until you were drunk."

His voice was quiet. Hesitant. Almost ashamed.

Heinz lowered his gaze. He already knew. Of course he did. The memories had come back, slowly, painfully. But Florian didn’t know that.

"I apologize... for not telling you sooner," Florian whispered, his forehead gently pressing against Heinz’s chest.

Heinz was silent for a moment, then exhaled slowly. "I know." he said simply. "I remembered everything from the beginning."

Florian stiffened. "You... do...?"

Heinz nodded. "Yes."

There was a pause. Then—

"You’re not... mad?"

"When I woke up, I couldn’t remember anything. But now... everything is coming back all at once. In full detail. I can feel it, Your Majesty. The sensations—they’re still on me. Like they’re still licking me... biting me... holding me down."

’They licked him? Bit him? Those fucking bastards—’

’He’s trembling...’

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