More on this book
Community
Kindle Notes & Highlights
“Yes,” Shane said. He was pretty sure he had everything. Lube and condoms, right? “Good boy.” “Fuck you.” “Yes.”
am not.” “You are. You love praise.
Shane kissed the tips of two fingers and reached out and touched them to the screen. And Ilya’s heart fucking stopped.
Scott fucking Hunter was kissing a man. Not, like, one of his teammates on the cheek in an “I love you, bro” kind of way. Scott Hunter was kissing a man wearing street clothes full on the fucking mouth. It looked like tongues were involved.
“Holy shit, Ilya! Can you belie—” “I’m coming to the cottage.”
“You wanna kiss me on television?” “Yes. After I win the Stanley Cup.” Shane spread his arms out. “Oh, so in this romantic scenario, you’ve just defeated me?” “Yes. Sorry.”
Forever, Shane wanted to say. Forever if you ask.
All of these beautiful women and I am always wishing they were him.”
“Do you want the problem to go away?” “No,” Ilya said seriously, looking Shane dead in the eye. “I do not want the problem to ever go away.”
again until he pulled back and translated: “I love you.” Shane froze. And then Ilya froze. “Holy shit,” Shane whispered. It wasn’t how he had meant to respond. “I...” Ilya’s eyes were so wide and so scared. “I love you too,” Shane said.
“Yes. Yeah I... I’ve wanted this for so long.” “Wanted what? Tell me.” “You. Here. Outside like this.”
have been with lots of women. That was not...fake. But...” He looked at Shane, and Shane held his breath. “I have only been in love with one person.”

