Shane stuck out his hand. Rozanov looked at it. Then he turned his head left and right, looking all around them. A split second later, Shane found himself pushed back from the railing, against a wall. Rozanov’s mouth was pressed hard against his, and his hands gripped his arms roughly, fingers digging into his biceps. Shane felt panicked. This was super fucking dangerous. And stupid. And confusing. And... Shane kissed him back, just as angrily. Because fuck this guy for doing shit like this. Hiding away all night on a fucking rooftop, smoking a goddamned cigarette in the dark like the worst
...more
