Heated Rivalry

Especially when Shane looked at him like he was looking at him right now—like Ilya was worth all this trouble. Like he was worth loving.

He had the endurance of a stallion with most partners, but he couldn’t ever seem to control his body when he was with Shane.

“I need to kiss you here, or else I will do it out there.”

Shane Hollander, will you please marry me so I can become Canadian citizen faster?

“Because it is a beautiful day. And we are alone. And I met your parents. And I want you to calm the fuck down. And I love you.”

“I’m just trying to get an idea of how long we’ll be—what are you doing?”

“If you mix that with cranberry juice I will drown you in the lake.”

“You would leave Boston?” Mom asked, stunned. “For Shane?”

Ilya didn’t hesitate. “Yes.”

“Is it okay if I tell you I love you again?” Ilya asked. His crooked smile was adorably shy.

Shane smiled back. Hell, he probably beamed back. “It’s okay.”

Holy fucking shit.

Shane Hollander is in love with me.