[BL] Accidentally Becoming the Healer of the Deranged Archduke novel Chapter 242

Chapter 242: Let Me Hold You

Just as he was about to say something in protest, Xion hesitated.

He opened his mouth, ready to protest or deflect, but no words came.

Because... why was he resisting?

He liked Darius. He trusted him. Maybe too much for his own good, but wasn’t that the point of love? Letting yourself fall, just a little?

Maybe it was time to stop treating every act of affection like a trap.

He might be naive about some things, but he wasn’t a fool. He knew relationships were messy. There would be conflict, miscommunication, maybe even heartbreak down the line.

But... why not take the risk? Why not try to indulge in it?

After thinking it through, it was as if a weight had lifted off his shoulders.

When he met Darius’s gaze, it was patient — full of warmth and quiet fondness that couldn’t be fake.

And maybe, for now, that was enough. Even if the future was uncertain, even if nothing lasted forever, even if he might end up with a broken heart... he didn’t want to run anymore.

"Fine. Let’s sleep together, then. I’m too lazy to find another bed," Xion said, rolling his eyes with mock exasperation. "Good night, Your Grace."

He flicked his hand and the lights dimmed. Then, without another word, he plopped onto the mattress and scooted to the other side of the bed, leaving a big gap between them.

After a few seconds, the still stunned Darius saw Xion pulling the blanket up to his chin with nonchalance and closing his eyes.

The Archduke was sitting there, his gaze fixed on Xion who just casually agreed.

However, the faint pink on his ears gave him away.

It also brought Darius a delightful surprise and he couldn’t stop the quiet laugh that bubbled in his throat.

This was better than any dream.

He settled beside Xion, not even bothering with the blanket. All his attention was on Xion’s back. It was slim and fragile, like something that would break if he held too tightly.

He had only meant to tease Xion a little. If Xion had refused, which he fully expected, he would’ve slept on the couch. He’d even placed his duvet there.

But now...

’Be gentle with your lover, especially if he is weaker than you.

Observe their actions carefully.

Listen to their words and try to understand their perspective. What’s natural for you might be overwhelming for them.’

He’d crammed those lines from the relationship guide like a scripture.

And he was trying to follow them. He really was.

But what could he do when Xion’s adorable reaction made him crave more?

He wanted to touch him, wanted to move his fingers over his skin and caress him, feel every inch of skin, kiss him... fuck him.

Darius forcibly held back his desires. Be patient, be gentle, be kind. That’s what Xion wants his lover to be.

He repeated that like a mantra, but his mouth had other plans, terrible plans.

"Xion," his voice sounded as if he were begging, "can I hold you?"

I am far too greedy for you, my love.

He trusts me so much. Darius swallowed hard, attempting to wet his suddenly dry throat.

The heat radiating from Xion’s back seeped into his chest, like fire under skin. His body screamed to do more than just hold Xion, but he restrained himself. Barely.