Heated Rivalry (Game Changers, #2)

by Rachel Reid

Shane shot it cleanly into the top corner of the net for his fourth goal of the game. Shane raised his arms in celebration and he just looked so happy. He was beaming and his eyes were crinkled and his cheeks were flushed. Ilya embraced him, and Shane wrapped both of his arms tight around him. Ilya felt a puff of Shane’s hot breath on his neck, and he could see the glisten of sweat on his skin and Ilya kissed him, hard, on the cheek. He was sure, to the crowd, that it looked like Ilya’s usual obnoxious shenanigans, that the kiss was just another way of annoying Hollander. But the truth was he simply couldn’t help himself. He had seen an opportunity, and he had taken it. “What the fuck?” Shane laughed. Ilya felt his own cheeks flush, which was a rare and uncomfortable feeling. “Nice goal,” he said. “Nice assist,” Shane said, shooting him a weird look. Ilya grinned and shrugged. He thumped Shane on the back in an overly macho way and skated toward the bench.