Please get me out of this BL novel...I'm straight! novel Chapter 424

Chapter 424: ’Enjoyed It.’

"What do you mean?" Heinz asked, voice smooth but unreadable.

Florian furrowed his brows, thankful—so thankful—that Heinz couldn’t see his face right now. Even he didn’t know what kind of expression he was making.

His lips pressed into a thin line.

’What happened while I was out?’’Why did I wake up in your room yesterday?’’Why are you talking to me like this?’

And worse—

’The original Florian... he was pregnant before his execution... and he told you, didn’t he?’

Why hadn’t Heinz ever said anything?

It didn’t make sense. Heinz remembered their past life. He had to. It was impossible for a man like him—so composed, so calculating—to forget something that crucial.

But Florian swallowed the questions. He wasn’t ready for the answers. Not yet.

So instead, he quietly asked, "Why did... you help me, Your Majesty? Why are you being so—pardon me—strangely gentle with me?"

His voice was soft. Fragile. Cautious. Like every word had to step carefully across a frozen lake, afraid of falling through.

Heinz didn’t respond right away.

The silence dragged out. Long enough to twist knots into Florian’s chest. His lip was between his teeth now—biting, then gnawing, and still no answer.

He could hear Heinz breathing beside him, steady and calm, but unreadable as ever.

Finally—

"I often forget how dense and dumb you can really get," Heinz muttered.

The words startled Florian—but the tone wasn’t biting. It wasn’t even scolding. It was... affectionate?

Florian blinked, brows drawing together as he lifted his gaze. "What?"

Heinz was looking down at him with an expression Florian had never seen before. Soft. Warm. Almost... fond?

That alone was enough to make Florian’s heart stutter in confusion. ’What is he doing? Why is he looking at me like that?’

Everything about Heinz last night had been different. From the way he whispered Ilúvarei into his ear—whatever that meant—to the way he touched him. Kissed him.

Held him like he was something fragile and precious.

"I would love to answer your question, Florian," Heinz said calmly, cupping his face with both hands.

Florian’s heart skipped.

But then—Heinz squished his cheeks, and the moment crumbled into confusion again.

"You just have to figure the answer out on your own," Heinz said with an infuriating smile.

Florian’s eye twitched. His patience snapped.

’Not this again,’ he thought bitterly. ’Always with the riddles. Always with the mysterious smiles and hidden meanings.’

He watched Heinz sit up in bed, black hair tousled and falling over his shoulders .

’If he had just told me that one of the princesses was his suspect from the beginning, maybe I wouldn’t have trusted any of them so blindly,’ Florian fumed internally. ’Maybe I could’ve been more careful. Maybe... none of this would’ve happened.’

His chest tightened.

’And I thought she was my friend...’

He turned to Heinz again, jaw clenched, and tried to sit up—only to immediately wince.

Pain exploded down his spine, sharp and unrelenting. "F-Fuck—" he groaned, falling back onto the bed with a hiss.

Heinz turned to look at him, raising a dark brow. "I wasn’t even that rough, but then again the length alone might’ve caused that."

Florian froze.

What.

WHAT?!

DID HE ACTUALLY JUST SAY THAT OUT LOUD?!

His entire face turned a shade of red that no one should be able to achieve naturally. He turned away so quickly he nearly cricked his neck. "Y-Your Majesty, that’s—That’s... I mean..."

He didn’t even know what to say.

Florian covered his face with both hands, wishing the bed would just swallow him whole. "C-Can we just forget about that? I—I’m grateful, truly, that Your Majesty granted such a foolish request last night but... my head is clear now and I..."

Hurt?

’Did I... say something wrong?’

He suddenly felt the urge to take back what he said, to soften it, explain himself, anything to ease that moment of silence between them.

Heinz’s long dark hair tickled his cheeks, the scent of him washing over Florian all at once—clean, faintly spiced, and undeniably him.

"I said," Heinz repeated, firmer now, "What if I don’t want to forget?"

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