Ilya moved to the bed and sat on the end of it. Shane sat beside him. “It’s kind of surreal. Having you here.” “Yes. Bad or good?” “Good,” Shane said quickly. He took Ilya’s hand and squeezed. “Really good.” “Good.” Then, without warning, Ilya turned and pounced on him, pushing him down on his back on the mattress. Shane didn’t have time to be surprised before Ilya’s mouth was on his.
