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For the rest of his life, Shane Hollander would have to live with the fact that he had ended his NHL draft day by getting himself off to thoughts of Ilya Rozanov.
Ilya was grinning like an idiot for the entire cab ride back to his hotel.
“Yes, sweetheart,”
“You could stay,”
“The thing is... I kind of prefer to be the hole. Than the peg.”
Ilya put his hand over his mouth to hide his ridiculous smile.
“and on top of everything, I’m pretty sure I’m in love with you and I don’t know what to do about it.”
“I am so fucking in love and it’s horrible.”
For the first time in his life, he hadn’t wanted to be with anyone else.
“Oh, so in this romantic scenario, you’ve just defeated me?” “Yes. Sorry.”
“Mine.” Ilya’s breath tickled Shane’s skin when he spoke the single word. “Yours,” Shane said dreamily. “All of this. For two weeks. Is mine.” Forever, Shane wanted to say. Forever if you ask.
But Ilya turned back and quickly rolled on top of Shane and was kissing him and kissing him and kept murmuring the same thing in Russian over and over 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.
“Ilya—” “And I will say, ‘Shane Hollander, will you please marry me so I can become Canadian citizen faster?’”
Ilya hadn’t been kidding about wanting to marry him.

