Ilya grabbed his phone off the nightstand. Maybe he was weak, but he needed whatever he could get from Shane right now. A sleepy selfie. A good-night text. A heart emoji. Anything. Early the next morning, Shane woke to find a missed text on his phone, sent after one A.M. Ilya: Are you awake? Shane huffed and shook his head. Was Ilya ever not horny?
This miscommunication is killing me already
