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“I could marry Svetlana.”
It sounds rather loud in the stillness they’ve been keeping for some minutes, each deciding to have different entertainment sources in the comfort of their company, replying to important emails and the such.
Which of course has made Ilya’s head spin, like it has been doing every time he sees Shane this relaxed. Holding a cushion between his legs, the orange glow of the lamps making his skin look a bit warmer. He never looks as handsome as he does with ambient lighting, anyone with eyes would be able to see.
His words land exactly as he intended. A frown quickly appears on his pretty forehead, interrupting the peace; Shane looks up from his phone with eyes that could burn a hole through a wall.
“She has an american passport, would make the process easier for me to be able to get one too. Her father used to play hockey, back when—”
“Yeah, you’ve said.”
Something ignites inside of him, way past his lower stomach.
Because Shane doesn’t look annoyed, he doesn’t look really jealous, no. The man looks ready to commit homicide right there and then.
“Well, she would help, I know she’d do it if I asked.”