“Shane,” he said, “I love that idea.” “Yeah?” Shane smiled. “Yes. It’s very...” Fuck. What was the right word? Was there a right word for everything Ilya was feeling in that moment? He couldn’t think of one, so instead he said, “She would have loved you.” “I wish I could have met her.” “Yes. Me too.” Shane yawned and snuggled against Ilya’s chest. “Sorry. I’m exhausted.” “My fault, I suppose.” “Absolutely your fault. But I forgive you,” Shane said with another yawn. “Good night, Hollander.” “I love you.” “I love you too.” “Mm. Can you say it in Russian again?” Ilya pulled Shane’s hand to his
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