“Stay,” Ilya said. “Can’t.” But he loved that Ilya was asking. “No one will even fucking notice. This weekend is chaos.” “Too risky.” Ilya shook his head. “When will I have you for as long as I want?” Shane’s heart leapt. “I don’t know. As soon as possible?” “Yes.” Ilya leaned in and kissed him. “After I win the Stanley Cup this year, we should go somewhere.”
