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He was supposed to have led his country to gold in his country. It was what the nation had expected. Canada’s hopes had been heaped onto his seventeen-year-old shoulders and he had let them all down.
my shayla
Maybe it was just that, after a life of playing at a level above everyone else, Shane had finally met his match. He was sure that was all it was.
i know what you are
For the rest of his life, Shane Hollander would have to live with the fact that he had ended his NHL draft day by getting himself off to thoughts of Ilya Rozanov.
Fuck. This was really gay.
i croed
He realized, when he was back in his room, that they hadn’t even kissed. He also realized, with horror, that he regretted that.
No one makes me feel like Ilya Rozanov does.
Shane liked a girl!
you poor boy...
“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.”
“I’m fucked,” he murmured in Russian. “I am so fucking in love and it’s horrible.”
Shane laughed. “You wanna kiss me on television?” “Yes. After I win the Stanley Cup.” Shane spread his arms out. “Oh, so in this romantic scenario, you’ve just defeated me?” “Yes. Sorry.” “I’m not going to be in the mood to kiss you if I’ve just lost the Stanley Cup, Rozanov.” “But you would be so proud of me!”
aghskdkssl
“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.
