“No kissing,” he said sternly. “Not even behind closed doors, okay? Not until we get home.” “Yes, no problem. I barely even like you.” Ilya’s words were undermined by the way he was pressing his cheek into Shane’s palm. “I’m worried about Hayden too,” Shane said. “Kissing you?” “No! Giving us away, I mean.” Ilya huffed. “Is possible. He is not smart.”
