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“I want to sleep in your bed, Shane Hollander,” Ilya murmured.
“I want to do lots of things in my bed.” “Show me. Take me to bed.”
“Years,” Ilya sighed. “Years I have wanted to have you in your real bed.” Shane froze. “Years?”
“Mine.” Ilya’s breath tickled Shane’s skin when he spoke the single word.
“Yours,” Shane said dreamily. “All of this. For two weeks. Is mine.” Forever, Shane wanted to say. Forever if you ask.
“Gorgeous,” Ilya sighed between kisses.
“No,” Ilya said. “I like you, Hollander.”
“I like you too, Rozanov.”
“Maybe I will meet them someday.”
he loved him,
the man was really hot. Like, Shane had definitely snagged himself a ten.
“I fucking hate you.” Shane leaned against him. “No you don’t.” Ilya sighed. No. He didn’t.
But mostly he just wanted to hold Shane close to him in this place where no one would ever find them. He wanted to stand in the spotlight of the campfire under the endless stars and feel Shane’s fingers stroking his hair
“That’s not why I do this. With you. Maybe it was when we started, I don’t know, but it isn’t now and it hasn’t been for a long time.”
I cannot stop thinking about this short fucking hockey player with these stupid freckles and a weak backhand.”
“Yes. And he is just so boring and he drives a terrible car and...that is my problem. All of these beautiful women and I am always wishing they were him.”
“Do you want the problem to go away?” “No,” Ilya said seriously, looking Shane dead in the eye. “I do not want the problem to ever go away.”
“You want that? To be together?” “I do. So much it terrifies me.”
“I love you.”
“I love you too,”
Shane was beaming up at him, eyes bright and freckles crinkled, and Ilya loved him. And Shane loved him.
Holy fucking shit. Shane Hollander is in love with me.
He wanted to kiss him, but he couldn’t stop ...
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“This is real, yes?” Ilya asked. He just had to make sure. “It’s real,” Shane said. His voice was low and adorably scratchy.
“I feel like... I am dreaming?” “You’re not. I love you.”
“I want that too,” Ilya said. “I love you.”
He felt Shane everywhere.
“I love you. I love you.
“I love you.”
“She would have loved you.”
“I love you.” “I love you too.”
Ilya pulled Shane’s hand to his lips and kissed his fingers. “Ya lyublyu tebya.”
He loved Shane. God, he loved Shane.
“Is it okay if I tell you I love you again?”
“Lovers,”
“No, I... I don’t. I mean. Sometimes I do, kinda. But mostly I...love him. Actually.”
“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.”
“Me too. Just one.”
“That changed something inside me. It was...huge. It made me...want to try. Made me want to be braver, and to let myself try to be happy.”
“You would leave Boston?” Mom asked, stunned. “For Shane?” Ilya didn’t hesitate. “Yes.”
“We are good here, yes?” he said. “Your family is here. And your boyfriend. And we are okay here.”
He wanted to anchor himself to Shane and just...stay.
“I love you,” he murmured, because he could say that. After so fucking long he could finally say that.
“I love you too,”
It was exactly how Ilya had secretly always wanted to kiss Shane: a shameless display of adoration and care.
“Because it is a beautiful day. And we are alone. And I met your parents. And I want you to calm the fuck down. And I love you.”
Ilya had no problem giving it all up. He would give up so much more, if he needed to.
“I will too. Anything. I want this. I want us.”
“Yes. Of course. And I will get on one knee—” “Ilya—” “And I will say, ‘Shane Hollander, will you please marry me so I can become Canadian citizen faster?’”
“No,” Shane said, taking his hands. “I will say yes because I will still be madly in love with you. And I’ll want to spend the rest of my life with you.”
