"Isn't this just an excuse to hug me?" Florian muttered, his hands pushing against Hendrix's chest.
Hendrix didn't let go—if anything, his arms tightened, locking the prince firmly against him. "Yes and no. I can't have you thinking I'm lying to you… and I have a feeling he's just around here somewhere."
Florian could hear the words rumble from above him, his face pressed into the warmth of Hendrix's chest. He couldn't even see Hendrix's expression.
"You're… very different from how everyone has described you," Florian grumbled, his voice muffled. "You're more forward than people say."
Yet… some part of him stopped resisting.
'If what he's saying is true…'
If Heinz really was still in the Diamond Palace, deliberately avoiding him, then… why?
Why would Heinz do that?
Because of the accident?
Because he'd hurt Florian?
No—there was something else.
