Desire Me If You Can Novel - Chapter 127

Grayson covered his cheek with one hand and looked at Dane with an aggrieved expression. In response to the silent protest, Dane merely bit into his bacon, looking indifferent. Seeing Grayson’s cheek swollen red, Dane briefly felt a pang of guilt, wondering if he had hit him too hard, but he quickly dismissed the thought. Given the ruined state of his own two breasts, the price was paid in full. No, it was more than enough. Shouldn’t he hit both cheeks with his fists? The thought momentarily crossed Dane’s mind, then he thought bitterly.

I won’t be able to change clothes in the locker room for a while…

He frowned, put the last piece of bread in his mouth, and chewed. Grayson, who had seemed deep in thought until then, opened his mouth.

“Hey, Dane.”

At the hesitant words, Dane took a sip of juice and looked at him sideways. Grayson gulped audibly, then asked with a pale face.

“Did… I… force you…?”

“I forced myself on you.”

Dane answered expressionlessly and put down his empty cup. Grayson, who had squeezed out the question, swallowing hard mid-sentence, wore a blank expression for a moment. Seeing his reaction, Dane repeated himself firmly.

“I forced myself on you. You were out of your mind because of the rut.”

Dane made a sound of exasperation, Tsk, as if annoyed, and began to clear the dishes. Grayson, who hadn’t reacted until then, finally spoke.

“…Oh.”

A short word slipped out, and his lips curved into a soft smile. Dane looked intently at Grayson, who was finally smiling.

He’s happy just because I said he was the one who was forced.

Just as he felt a complex emotion, Grayson suddenly asked.

“Hey, the chest… did I do that?”

Dane paused his answer and looked down at him. What was this guy feeling right now? Guilt? Apology? Or…

When he thought that far, Grayson, his face flushed red, asked, his eyes sparkling.

“Your breasts got bigger, Dane. How about trying the bra I bought you this time?”

Dane just raised his fist without a word. Fortunately, thanks to his excellent survival instinct, Grayson shut up.

Of course. What did I expect from this guy?

Dane swallowed the urge to beat Grayson and pointed to his plate with his chin.

“What are you doing? Hurry up and eat.”

Grayson reluctantly picked up his fork, but couldn’t bring himself to put the food in his mouth. Seeing him continue to just stare, Dane took extraordinary measures.

“…Huk.”

Grayson gasped in alarm. Dane had snatched the slice of bread and shoved it straight into his mouth. As the bread, which had neatly occupied one side of the plate, instantly disappeared into Dane’s mouth, Grayson couldn’t hide his shock. Dane chewed the bread and said to him, who was staring at him, white-faced.

“If you don’t eat quickly, this is what happens.”

Grayson wanted to protest, but he didn’t have the time. The moment he opened his mouth to speak, Dane snatched the bacon with his hand and tossed it into his mouth. In the end, Grayson quickly picked up his plate to protect the remaining egg. After confirming that he had started eating the fried egg, Dane turned around, put the dishes into the dishwasher, and closed the door.

Alright, what’s next.

Because he was caught up in Grayson’s rut, he had been forced to take two days off. Because of that, the chief was eager to work him to the bone. He sighed just thinking about the work that awaited him.

Can’t be helped.

He soon dismissed the thought. Dane Striker wasn’t the type to dwell on unavoidable circumstances. More immediately, the problem was his lunch box. Dane opened the refrigerator and checked the ingredients, finding high-quality sausages.

Should I make hot dogs…

The moment he subconsciously reached out his hand, he paused. Suddenly, his chest and nipples ached simultaneously. Recalling an unpleasant memory, he turned his eyes away from the sausage and looked for other ingredients. Soon, vegetables and meat caught his eye. What kind of lunch box could he make with this? Sandwiches, hamburgers…

“Damn it.”

Dane aggressively ran a hand over his face. He couldn’t forget the pain because his nipples and chest smarted every time he forgot about it. He immediately turned his head toward the source of all this trouble. Grayson, who had been staring wistfully at his empty plate, noticed the gaze, looked up, and flinched. Dane spoke immediately.

“You.”

“Uh, yeah.”

Grayson answered instantly. To the man who seemed somewhat nervous, Dane warned him in a stern voice.

“You are banned from approaching me until this heals.”

“Oh…”

Grayson immediately became crestfallen. But it was all for show anyway. It must be a fake expression again. Thinking so, Dane took out a chicken breast. He seasoned it with salt and pepper and put it in the oven. He then took out crackers from the cupboard and set them down, when he suddenly felt an impure gaze.

“What is it?”

He turned around, and Grayson, whose spirits had instantly recovered, asked.

“Then, is it okay after it heals?”

Dane merely frowned. Grayson, saying Surely not, waited for the answer, not taking his expectant gaze away. Dane sighed, looking into the distance at the sparkling eyes fixed on him. Then, he answered with resignation.

“Do whatever you want.”

“Dane, I love you!”

Grayson cried out with emotion. His overflowing love poured out like a waterfall, but Dane’s reaction was lukewarm.

“Yeah, thanks.”

He said perfunctorily and started preparing the lunch box again. Dane never said he loved him. But it didn’t matter. Grayson truly thought so. Just having Dane in the same space with him and talking was enough.

Yes, how much should I be thankful for just this?

Dane was greeting Grayson and responding to him. Furthermore, he even gave him permission to touch his chest again. This, this feeling, was…

“I’m feeling happy.”

Grayson said in a voice filled with emotion. This was happiness. This was love. The very thing Grayson had yearned for was now vividly alive and moving. Dane glanced back, then turned his head again. But Grayson clearly saw a faint smile on his lips.

…Uh?

Grayson paused instantly. What was that? What kind of reaction was that?

He was usually skilled at reading people’s moods and thoughts. He had never been wrong, and his predictions were always correct. So, this time should also be the same.

What on earth did that smile mean?

If it weren’t Dane, Grayson would have come up with only one answer. That man loves me.

But the person was Dane Striker. A man who would absolutely never love him, even if he were the last person left in the world.

Thinking that, his elevated spirits slowly subsided. What kind of ridiculous delusion am I having? Scoffing at himself, Grayson corrected his thoughts. This was no time to be lost in such a foolish misunderstanding. Didn’t he have something to say to Dane?

“Dane, what do you want?”

“What?”

Dane turned his head at Grayson’s cheerful voice. As Dane looked at Grayson but used his hands to casually put the lunch ingredients into a Ziploc bag, Grayson spoke.

“You spent my rut with me. So, I want to reward you. What do you want? Gifts for Darling are also fine. I’ll reward you with whatever you want.”

Grayson added a slight smile. This was perfectly natural. Thinking back on everything Dane had done for him, his chest felt tight. He spent my rut with me and drained my pheromones, he made me breakfast, and even though his chest is a mess, he said I could touch it again next time. That notoriously individualistic Dane Striker…!

“Why?”

Grayson was suddenly brought back to reality by the single word.

“Huh?”

He suddenly felt as if cold water had been thrown over him. Dane was staring at him with a frown. Dane repeated the question to the speechless man.

“Why are you suddenly giving me a present? There’s no reason.”

Grayson was confused and could only stare at his face.