“Shane—” “No. Shut up. If you really don’t get that I’m not going to leave you for the first cute guy who smiles at me, then I don’t know what we’re even doing, Ilya.” “I’m sorry,” Ilya said, because suddenly he really was. “Was a weird day. I was maybe just...” He sighed. “I’m sorry.” Shane rested a hand on Ilya’s chest. “I’m yours. You know that.” “I know.” Ilya found himself leaning in for a kiss, completely forgetting where they were.
AHHHHHHHHH
