Heated Rivalry (Game Changers, #2)

by Rachel Reid

For the rest of his life, Shane Hollander would have to live with the fact that he had ended his NHL draft day by getting himself off to thoughts of Ilya Rozanov.

We were supposed to stand alone at the top, but we will always be there together. We will keep climbing until no one else can reach us, but it will always be together.

so instead he threw his head back against the wall like the eager slut he apparently was.

“Yeah. Couple games down there. Then over to Dallas and up to St. Louis.”

ouuuu dallas mention

He realized, suddenly, as if waking from a dream, that he was standing alone in the middle of a dance floor...not dancing. Just...staring. At Ilya.

“and on top of everything, I’m pretty sure I’m in love with you and I don’t know what to do about it.”

AHHHHHHHH

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

crying

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

And then he was crumpled and motionless, on the ice, and Ilya didn’t know what to do.

WHAT

Ilya wanted to always make him happy.

“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.

ughhh fuck

“I love you.” Shane froze. And then Ilya froze.

“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.”