“I love you,” he murmured, because he could say that. After so fucking long he could finally say that. Shane tilted his head up and studied Ilya’s face with questioning eyes. “I love you too,” he said. “Are you all right?” Ilya nodded, and leaned in to kiss him. It was exactly how Ilya had secretly always wanted to kiss Shane: a shameless display of adoration and care. Their tongues slowly caressing as Ilya held Shane’s face in his hands and brushed his hair with his fingertips.
