Shane had a good view of Ilya reclining on his bed, wearing only boxer briefs. “I hope that’s not what you wore to my parents’ house.” “I dressed up for your parents. Nice shirt, very respectable boyfriend.” “You don’t have to dress up for them. They love you.” Ilya’s smile looked soft, and helpless. “I know. They made me chicken parmesan. And there was ice cream.”
