The Long Game (Game Changers, #6)

by Rachel Reid

“When you watch it, this is what you will see. Me saying nothing. I wanted to say you are fucking everything to me. Everything. Okay?”

Quietly, in a voice that couldn’t disguise his pain, he said, “I already chose you, Hollander.”

You are the best thing in my life. His eyes were blurry, making it hard to type. He quickly swiped at his eyes and kept writing. I love you. Always. Maybe from the first time I saw you.

I am thinking only about you right now. A million memories. Thank you for those.

Whatever happens, I am with you. Safe in your heart. I believe it.

“I choose you, Ilya. I promise I will always, always choose you.” Shane’s eyes began to shimmer. He took a deep breath and said, “Ilya Grigoryevich Rozanov, will you marry me?”

“Is this because I almost died?” Ilya teased. “No. It’s because I almost died.”

“Someone abandoned her. In the cold. Monsters,” Ilya growled. Then he kissed the top of Anya’s head. “She needed a home. I needed a dog.”

It was after ten o’clock at night when Ilya’s phone finally lit up with a text from Shane: I ate a Snickers bar.

Nice. Better than what he would have written himself, which probably would have been along the lines of, We’re in love and fuck you.

“I feel like I am fucking a king right now.” “Ilya—” He grabbed a handful of Shane’s hair and tugged his head back. “Do you know how powerful this feels, fucking a king in his throne room?”

Then Shane stood and said, “I choose him. Come on, Ilya.”

Shane smiled so wide his eyes crinkled. “Blowjobs aren’t a cure for depression, Ilya.” “Are you a doctor now?”