“Nineteen,” Ilya said at the same time Shane said, “Eighteen.” Ilya shot him a curious look. “We were nineteen the first time we—” “Oh,” Shane said. “I thought the question was the first time we felt, um, sparks.” His ears were bright red and Ilya wanted to bite them. “Yes,” Ilya said. His voice had gone soft, but he didn’t care. “Eighteen, then. That’s right.”
