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Ilya accepted the handshake and grinned. “You will not be so friendly when we beat you.” “That’s not happening.”
And Shane left. He realized, when he was back in his room, that they hadn’t even kissed. He also realized, with horror, that he regretted that.
Shane. He called me Shane.
“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’m fucked,” he murmured in Russian. “I am so fucking in love and it’s horrible.”
“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.
“I have been with lots of women. That was not...fake. But...” He looked at Shane, and Shane held his breath. “I have only been in love with one person.”

