Heated Rivalry (Game Changers, #2)

by Rachel Reid

“You’re starting to sound just like him” 🤭

Shane had the stupid urge to ask him to stay. He imagined falling asleep in his arms

He wanted to forget that this ever happened. He did not want to reach for him. To pull him back on the bed. To do everything they just did two or three more times.

Ilya couldn’t even say a basic English sentence without sounding like a cartoon villain. He hated his stupid accent. He hated his asshole family.

my shaylaaaa

Ilya told himself the twisted feeling in his stomach was just jealousy, but he was terrified that it was something much, much worse.

then they were both holding each other and laughing until they were wiping tears from their eyes.

He seemed to legitimately enjoy making Ilya feel good.

but before he pushed it open, he leaned down and kissed Hollander quickly on the mouth. “Good night, Hollander.”

And he hated himself for wanting any of this. But not enough to stop. Never enough to stop.

“Goodbye, Hollander,”

not "goodnight" im sobbing

that they hadn’t even kissed.

they didn’t even kiss 🫩

“You could stay,” Rozanov said.

AHHH finally

They stayed in the bed for a long time just...making out. Not really escalating things. And that was new.

so im crying? Finally.

Ginger ale is in fridge.” He seemed to really want Shane to drink the ginger ale.

stfu he is too cute

He knew how to behave around him when they were naked and pressed against each other, and he knew how to play against him on the ice, but just hanging out with their clothes on was uncharted territory.

aaaand im sad again

There must be a girl out there somewhere who could make him feel like he did when he was with—

hey friend so…

Rozanov moved his other hand to slide up Shane’s thigh

oh brother

staring at him with the same wide-eyed terror that Shane felt.

kissed Shane in a raw, uncontrolled way that felt like an apology.

as if he’d just realized that Shane was really leaving.

Shane.