“I can’t keep pretending I don’t like you,” he said finally. “You don’t like me,” Ilya argued. “I do. I... I maybe like you too much.” Ilya’s heart clenched. “Don’t,” he groaned. “Don’t fucking do this, Hollander. I’m not...” “Worth it?” Ilya glared at him. “Gay. I’m not gay. And I can’t be...anything close to it, okay?” Shane laughed. “Well, you’re doing a shitty job of that!”
