“We get together, and we fuck. Is simple,” Ilya said. “Simple,” Shane grumbled. “Right.” Ilya shrugged again. “Is simple for me.” “Bullshit.” Ilya rolled his eyes. Why was Hollander saying any of this? Why now? “I think I’m gay,” Shane blurted out. Ilya looked at him, startled, for a moment. Then he laughed. “Oh yeah? What gives you that idea?”
