The Long Game (Game Changers, #6)

by Rachel Reid

“I’m serious about the no kissing today. And don’t, like, be sexy.”

Shane exhaled loudly, his exasperation clear. “I have spent the whole day trying not to—” His eyes darted to the door, which was ajar, likely realizing how loudly he was talking. He dropped his voice to a near whisper. “Trying not to be obvious about how fucking in love with you I am.”

Shane rested a hand on Ilya’s chest. “I’m yours. You know that.”

Shane dodged him. “No way. We’re not making that mistake again.” “I like making mistakes with you.”

Kiss me, Ilya wanted to say. Kiss me and hold me in front of all these people. Pull me onstage and do it. I don’t care anymore. Please. I’m dying.

“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?”

THE WAY I SCREAMED

“You stealing the fucking spotlight. Barrett comes out, announces his relationship with Harris, and then Roz says ‘hold my beer.’”