Heated Rivalry (Game Changers, #2)

by Rachel Reid

“Ilya,” he said, barely more than a whisper.

“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.”

Shane laughed, and his nose crinkled. The freckles got all bunched up under his glasses, and Ilya nearly died.

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

And then... Shane kissed the tips of two fingers and reached out and touched them to the screen. And Ilya’s heart fucking stopped. “Good night, Ilya.”

There was only one ring before, “Holy shit, Ilya! Can you belie—” “I’m coming to the cottage.”

Ilya couldn’t believe what he had been reduced to. He was...infatuated. It was disgusting.

“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.”

But Ilya turned back and quickly rolled on top of Shane and was kissing him and kissing him and kept murmuring the same thing in Russian over and over again until he pulled back and translated: “I love you.” Shane froze. And then Ilya froze. “Holy shit,” Shane whispered. It wasn’t how he had meant to respond. “I...” Ilya’s eyes were so wide and so scared. “I love you too,” Shane said.

“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.”

moy vozlyublenniy.”