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    He crowds Shane into the hood of the car, hands up under his shirt and jacket again. October is getting cold; nights are getting colder. The places where Ilya is touching him are the only parts of Shane’s body that are warm right now. Maybe that’s why he wraps his arms around Ilya’s neck and clings to him, though he doesn’t necessarily surprise himself with it. They don’t even kiss for a moment. Ilya busies himself breathing into the crook of Shane’s neck, trying to regain control. Shane opens his eyes and gazes over Ilya’s shoulder at the dark field and realizes that an utterly foreign feeling has risen up in him. It’s Ilya’s broad shoulders and beautiful hair between Shane and the world and he feels—small. Protected.
    “Oh my God,” Shane whispers, completely ashamed of the feeling and hungry for it. It curls warm in his stomach. His toes arch inside his shoes. Something about being so close to this man, something about Ilya putting himself between Shane and—the world. Whatever lurks in the deep night. It’s a feeling like a ghost, something that Shane isn’t allowed to look directly at except for moments like these. Quiet and dark.

    Shane, Ilya, Vermont. Meeting in the middle.

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    04 Jun 2026

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    The hookup that inspired Ilya to ask Shane to stay.

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    Ilya idly watches the bee buzz along the windowpane. He can’t tell what kind of bee it is. He’s not allergic, probably. He should ask if—

    “Are you allergic to bees?” Shane asks. He swings his legs off the bed and uses Ilya’s chest to push up and onto his feet. “Cup. I need a cup or something.”

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    31 May 2026

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    Hollander stepped closer to the windowsill. Between a pair of empty designer vases sat a cheap ceramic lucky cat, white, with one paw raised. Hollander brushed his thumb over a small chip in the glaze. Somehow, looking was never enough for him. Whenever he liked something – the picture in the living room, the leaf, now this cat – he reached out and touched. Ilya remembered how, the night of their first hook-up, Hollander had touched him first too: fingers curling around Ilya’s arm, as though physical contact were the only way to make sure he was real.

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    Everybody knows that Ilya Rozanov is a dog person. With cats, it’s complicated. Almost as complicated as with Shane Hollander.

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    27 May 2026

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    Ilya is a young man in America. Here he is in the off hours.

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    26 May 2026

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    Cliff was excited for Ilya because Ilya sounded excited and happy, and generally just enthusiastic in a way Cliff hadn't seen him be in a really long time. So if Shane Hollander was the reason for that, great. Cliff was on board.

    He was just…confused.

    Or: Shane gets his first shovel talk.

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    24 May 2026