Please get me out of this BL novel...I'm straight! novel Chapter 385

Chapter 385: ’Complicated.’

’What... was that?!’

Florian slammed the door behind him the moment he stepped back into what he now mentally dubbed

"The Kitchen of Humiliation."

His hands immediately flew to his skirt, yanking it down with frantic little tugs as if it would somehow erase what just happened.

His heart was pounding—no, slamming against his ribs. His breathing was shallow, and worse yet... the phantom sensation of Heinz’s hand was still there.

Right on his thigh. Warm.

’It was an accident. Right?’

...right?

His hands clenched into fists, then unclenched, then clenched again. His entire body was trembling—not just from embarrassment but from... something else.

Something heavier.

Something more confusing.

’But it didn’t feel like an accident.’

It was the same hand that commanded armies. The same hand that could level an entire city with a flick of a finger... pressing against his bare skin beneath the skirt.

Sliding... down. Slowly. Intentionally.

Florian gulped, pacing in tight circles around the center table like some wound-up doll about to snap.

’No. No. No. It couldn’t be... could it?’

It was hard. No—impossible—to read Heinz sometimes. There was no instruction manual for dealing with an emotionally constipated, overpowered king whose moral compass seemed to spin like a broken weather vane.

The problem was... it wasn’t just now.

Before, he thought their dynamic was simple. "Florian was obsessed. Heinz didn’t care."

Straightforward. Easy. A terrible trope he could navigate with minimal damage to his sanity.

But then... the memories.

The memories of the original Florian. Memories of drunken whispers. Rough hands holding him like he was something precious.

Words... words Heinz probably never intended to say sober. Or did he?

Was it the alcohol talking? Was it real?

’And if it was real, then why the fuck does sober Heinz... act like this?’

Then there was Delilah. And Drizelous. Both telling him—insisting—that Heinz wasn’t the man Florian thought he was.

They implied that he was... someone similar to Anastasia.

That maybe, he misunderstood Heinz.

’Misunderstood, my ass.’ Florian gritted his teeth. ’There’s nothing complicated about being an emotionally unavailable bastard.’

Except there was.

There so was.

Because now? Now every little glance from Heinz—every smirk, every fleeting brush of his gaze—felt like a loaded gun aimed straight at his heart.

It was supposed to be annoying. That was the script. That was what was supposed to happen.

Not this... this... complicated mess of emotions, and stolen touches, and burning gazes that made Florian’s knees weak.

He slammed his palms on the kitchen counter, glaring at the pile of ingredients waiting for him like they were the cause of his misery.

"Fuck." he hissed through his teeth. "Now I have to cook... and my hands are shaking."

’Stupid Florian’s body. Stupid original Florian. Why are you even in love with him?!’ His teeth gritted. ’Besides his stupidly handsome face... and his stupidly perfect body... and... okay fine, his voice too... BUT WHAT ELSE?! There’s nothing else to love!’

Florian squeezed his eyes shut, letting out a long groan as he lightly thumped his forehead against the cabinet door. "This is so. Complicate—"

"What’s complicated?"

Scarlett arched a brow, tapping her chin with one gloved finger. "Oh? You didn’t know? I’m here to ask my question... but..." She sauntered closer, hips swaying just slightly with every step. "I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t more curious about..." She gestured up and down at him with a sly grin. "...your very red face... and how you’ve been acting since you walked in here."

Florian felt his pulse spike again. His back pressed instinctively against the counter. ’Oh no. Oh no. Abort mission. Danger.’

Scarlett’s grin only widened as she leaned in a little more, lowering her voice to a mischievous whisper. "And..." she drawled, "about what I just saw between you and His Majesty."

Scarlett didn’t even flinch. If anything, she looked thrilled. "Oh, come on," she grinned, one hand resting on her hip while the other pointed directly at him. "I saw it. Don’t play dumb. His Majesty practically had his hands all over you!" _{fre eweb\(n)ovel(.)co(m)}

"Shh—!" Florian nearly lunged forward, both hands clapping desperately over her mouth. "Don’t say it too loud!" His eyes darted to the door like someone was about to walk in any second. His entire body trembled—not sure if it was from embarrassment, panic, or both.

"Is... Is that what you really think?" she asked, her words muffled slightly against his palms, but the playful lilt in her voice was unmistakable.

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