“You are so fucking beautiful,” Shane said. Ilya smiled at him in that crooked way that had been making Shane feel crazy for over ten years. “Tell me.” “As if you don’t know how hot you are.” “Tell me anyway.” Shane smiled and shook his head, but said, “You’re so fucking big. Like, everywhere. Your arms, your chest, your fucking thighs. I love how tall you are. I don’t even care that you make fun of my height because I fucking love being swallowed up by you when we’re together.”
