“No. He just wasn’t...” Ilya needed to hear it. “Wasn’t what?” Shane clenched his eyes shut and said, “You. He wasn’t you.” Ilya damn near lost it. Shane was going to ruin him, saying things like that. “Was he the only one?” Ilya couldn’t stop the questions from falling out of his mouth now. “There was a guy in L.A., at a club. I went out by myself. I was desperate.” “And?” “We sucked each other off. I was nervous the whole time.” “Aw.” “And that was it. Two guys. And you.” God. “Mexico top. Hollywood blow job guy. And me.”
