“No. Fuck you. This is fucking dangerous and you know it.” “Is it? We are not doing anything.” Hollander looked at him hard. His dark eyes were a mixture of anger and lust. Ilya decided to drop the act. “You came anyway,” he said. “Yeah,” Hollander said, his voice tight and full of forced courage. “I guess I did.” Ilya nodded, and then Hollander swore under his breath and lunged forward to kiss him.
