“I love you so fucking much,” Shane said. He smoothed a thumb over one of Ilya’s thick eyebrows. “I was counting the minutes all week. Couldn’t wait to see you again.” “I could tell. By how you drove here in the middle of the night.” “Don’t try to make me feel weird about that. You love it when I’m eager.” Ilya rubbed his thumb lightly over the head of Shane’s cock. “I sleep better with you,” he admitted. Shane was struggling to focus on the conversation, but he forced himself to. It was important. “I wish we could sleep together every night.”
