“I’m fucked,” he murmured in Russian. “I am so fucking in love and it’s horrible.” When he looked back at the screen, he could see Shane’s sex-drunk eyes gazing longingly at him from behind his glasses. “It’s sexy when you speak Russian. You know that?” “Because I don’t sound ridiculous? Like with my accent?” “Tell you a secret? Your accent doesn’t sound ridiculous. At all.” “No? You like it?” “I do. And I want to learn Russian. I wasn’t kidding about that.” “I’ll teach you.” Shane smiled so wide and bright, Ilya almost had to look away.
