Please get me out of this BL novel...I'm straight! novel Chapter 497

Chapter 497: ’What Could He Possibly...’

"I-I..."

’He’s still not done with this?’

The words caught in his throat, fragile and trembling.

What was Florian even supposed to say? His mind was a whirlwind, spinning between disbelief and confusion.

Did Heinz truly miss him? Heinz—who always carried himself like stone, who seemed incapable of wanting, of needing anyone.

’I don’t think he knows what he’s saying.’

Florian’s chest tightened painfully. He didn’t understand, couldn’t comprehend—but as always, whenever Heinz’s hands were on him, his mind went hazy, his body unmoored, like he was caught in a tide too strong to fight.

His lips moved before his mind could stop them.

"I... missed you too."

The confession was barely above a whisper, so fragile it could have been lost to the silence of the corridor—yet Heinz heard it.

The king’s eyes darkened, crimson flaring with something primal. Then came a sound, low and guttural, reverberating in Florian’s chest—a growl so raw it hardly seemed human.

Before Florian could draw another breath, Heinz seized him again, pulling him forward, their mouths colliding in another bruising kiss.

Florian’s body melted against him despite himself, heat pooling in his chest, flooding his veins. Heinz’s lips were relentless, unyielding, and Florian moaned softly into the kiss before he could swallow it back. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

One of Heinz’s hands slid upward, rough and deliberate, until it curled possessively around the slender column of Florian’s neck.

The touch wasn’t gentle—it was a claim.

Florian’s knees nearly buckled, his heart hammering, every nerve alight. His head spun, his body trembling, dizzy with both fear and something he loathed to name.

’I hate how good this feels all the time...’

He tried to resist the sound bubbling up in his throat, but failed—his lips parted in a soft, breathless moan, swallowed instantly by Heinz’s demanding mouth.

The heat between them deepened, searing, spiraling out of control—until the sharp echo of footsteps rang down the corridor.

Florian’s eyes shot wide, panic slicing through the haze.

’Someone’s coming!’

Adrenaline surged, giving strength where fear made his limbs weak. He shoved against Heinz’s chest with every ounce of force he could muster.

Caught off guard, Heinz actually staggered back, his crimson gaze flashing in surprise.

He took two steps away, confusion etched into his sharp features as he stared at Florian, as if unable to comprehend why he had been pushed aside.

The sharp clack of shoes against stone drew closer—too close. Florian’s breath caught in his throat, panic clawing its way up his chest as elongated shadows spilled across the sunlit floor.

His heart hammered like a drum as the sound grew louder, louder—

And then a group of servants rounded the corner.

They froze.

Their eyes widened, flicking instinctively to the sight of the king and Florian pressed against the wall.

For one heartbeat, silence hung heavy and damning, a noose tightening around Florian’s neck.

No one moved.

Then, as though the moment had never existed, the servants lowered their gazes all at once. Their bows came sharp, practiced, too-perfect. "Your Majesty. Your Highness."

Florian’s face burned scarlet. His lips were still swollen, tingling from Heinz’s kiss, and his chest rose and fell with uneven breaths.

He could still feel the ghost of Heinz’s weight against him, still feel the heat of the king’s knee pressed where it shouldn’t have been. His hands trembled faintly at his sides.

And yet—none of them dared linger. Not a single pair of eyes looked long enough to betray recognition of what they had walked into.

’God. What’s with me? Did I really just say I missed him? That’s just... I don’t even think he meant it that way! It’s just... he’s horny, but then again...’

’It feels so good... too good. I hate how much I’ve started wanting it too.’

Verify captcha to read the contentVerify