“Do you ever think of me?” Shane asked. “When you’re doing this? Alone?” He blushed furiously as soon as he said it. Cute as hell. “Yes.” “I do too. A lot. All the time. Maybe...every time, honestly.” Ilya raised an eyebrow. “Every time?” He saw Shane’s shoulder lift in a tiny shrug. “I’ve never...had anything. Like this. With anyone else.”
