“Go. I didn’t ask you to come over to talk.” “Well...you can. If you ever want to. I mean, you can just call me. Or text. Or if we’re in the same city and you want to just talk instead of...” Ilya cracked a crooked grin at that. “Instead of?” “As well as?” “I like that better.” He leaned forward and kissed Shane. It was as soft and sweet a kiss as Shane had ever received from anyone.
