Heated Rivalry (Game Changers, #2)

by Rachel Reid

And Shane left. He realized, when he was back in his room, that they hadn’t even kissed. He also realized, with horror, that he regretted that.

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Shane. He called me Shane.

He had the embarrassing urge to write Wish you were here or something. He resisted. Instead he wrote, Later, and punctuated it with the emoji of a smiley face wearing sunglasses. Ilya signed off with the emoji of a kissy face.

SLUTTTT FOR SHANE

“Tell me about your home, Hollander,” he said in a tired voice. “What does it look like? I try to imagine it...”

He’s so soft for him omfg

“You are. You love praise. You want everyone to see how good you are.”

Twin

“I’m fucked,” he murmured in Russian. “I am so fucking in love and it’s horrible.”

Shane kissed the tips of two fingers and reached out and touched them to the screen. And Ilya’s heart fucking stopped.

“We’re not alone,” Shane slurred. “Ilya. They can see us.”

REF DO SOMETHING

Shane looked so happy. Somehow, Ilya made him happy. Ilya wanted to always make him happy.

“I have been with lots of women. That was not...fake. But...” He looked at Shane, and Shane held his breath. “I have only been in love with one person.”

“We are good here, yes?” he said. “Your family is here. And your boyfriend. And we are okay here.” Shane raised his head slightly. “Boyfriend?” Such a ridiculous word. Such a ridiculous, wonderful word. Ilya shrugged and grinned. “I think, yes?” “Yes.”

Oh to be Shane Hollander and be loved by Ilya Rozanov