Why?
Why did Heinz pull Florian back?
'Why did I pull him?' Heinz wondered, his expression unreadable as he stared down at the young man now caught in his grasp. Florian's wide, startled eyes met his—those impossibly bright green eyes that always seemed to reflect more than they should.
And now they were so close.
Too close.
This was the closest they had been since that day in the village—since that night.
The night Heinz still couldn't forget, no matter how many duties or distractions he threw at himself.
"Oh, gods—Your Majesty!"
"That's—that's so good! Please—please don't stop!"
Florian's broken voice from that night echoed in Heinz's head, uninvited but vivid, as if the memory had imprinted itself deep into his bones. His fingers twitched slightly—only then did he realize something.
The hand he was using to hold Florian now…
It was the same hand he had used to touch him that night.
