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    Ilya grinned smugly. “Fine. That is what I thought. Let me fuck you, Shane, I promise it will be so much better than fine.”

    “Why are you so obsessed with me?”

    “You are pretty. And I like a challenge.”

    “Asshole,” Shane spat.

    “I get off at eleven. Come home with me tonight.”

    “Fuck you. I’m not cheating on my boyfriend.”

    Ilya hooked his lip between his teeth, looking Shane up and down like a predator. “...Okay. Let me have your number.”

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    Shane never meant to get caught up in this situation. Ilya Rozanov was a damn asshole. He was just also really, really hot.

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    The ice is where Shane Hollander and Ilya Rozanov fall in love, but the (mostly Asian) grocery stores in Montreal are where they learn how to be in love with each other.

    In which Ilya learns about mochi, Shane learns about Russian milk bags, and they both learn how to breathe. Together.
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    “I do not understand,” Ilya said, pushing their grocery cart down the aisles of a massive Chinese grocery store. “You act like alley murderer in Montreal Montreal but almost like normal boyfriend in not-Montreal Montreal.”

    “Hush.” Shane bumped his shoulder into Ilya as a warning. “Don’t say the b-word out loud.”

    “What b-word? Boyfriend?”

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    Rozanov is looking at him intensely, mouth pursed in a smirk, eyes alight. “You eat dinner?”

    “What?”

    “Dinner,” Rozanov says, “Is meal you eat in evening. You have it?”

    “You’re asking me if I eat dinner?”

    Rozanov tilts his head. “My English is not so bad, I think.”

    “No, it isn’t,” Shane says, although he’s still confused by Rozanov’s question. After a beat, where all he can focus on is Rozanov’s thick eyebrows, Shane confirms: “Yes, of course I eat dinner.”

    “Good. Me too.” Rozanov is still smirking. Shane’s starting to think it might be his default expression. “We have that in common: playing hockey and eating dinner.”

    Or: five times Ilya Rozanov tried to ask out Shane Hollander, and the one time he succeeded.

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    Shane Hollander is not a small fucking guy; he is all muscle, with big, calloused hockey-player hands and eyes nearly pretty enough to disguise the violence hidden in breadth of his shoulders.

    Alexei is impressed.

    Not a bad get, for someone fished out of a pool of hockey men who look like thumbs, their noses like squashed tomatoes and ears like boat sails. If it could not be beautiful, nosy bitch Svetlana, if it has to be a man, if it has to be a hockey player, then rich as God Shane Hollander isn’t the worst Ilyusha could have pulled.

     

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    or Alexei is in deep shit. He can’t get to Ilya, so he tries the next best thing.

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    Lily, 9:19 a.m.
    i mean they were right
    just early. we hadnt won our cups yet
    but yes cocksucking faggots took over the major

     

    Ilya knows what he wants; he can wait out a year.

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