‧ ᯓ ☦︎ ▒ . ❘❘❘ ──── ilya’s mouth snaps shut as soon as he realizes it has fallen open . / @hollandeir had called her eleanor .
he wanted to take the book from shane’s hand , throw it across the room , and straddle his lap as their lips collided . but elodie was still there , sitting on the couch , watching as shane turns his attention to her . as the incorrect name falls from his lips , elodie’s head snaps over to shane , eyes growing narrow as she manages to grumble out , ( " it’s elodie . and anyway , i should go too . my friends are picking me up . " ) . and as fast as she can stand , clearly shocked by shane’s words , she is making her way towards the stairs . perturbed by the lack of reciprocation from ilya and nobody immediately fawning over her presence , she turns before heading up the stairs , ( " ilya has a curfew too , just so you know . so . " ) her final attempt to assert her dominance fails flat as ilya shouts out to her . ──── ❛ shane might stay the night so do not worry about us . ❜ the door to the basement slams behind her , leaving a waft of her perfume and ilya devastatingly embarrassed .
falling back onto the floor so he’s laying horizontal on the rug , ilya’s hands go to cover his face in sheepish defeat . the last thing he was expecting was elodie flying down the stairs and attempting to make her presence known . it was clear that she thought he had a girl over , evident in her words , but she was instead met with shane . and there was no way elodie even considered shane was the person ilya was interested in , that they were anything more than friends , that they were both hard from touching each other wherever their hands wanted . the moment , now seemingly ruined , having been infiltrated by someone who was clearly also interested in ilya , seems so fragile . through his parted fingers , ilya manages to finally say something once his heart stops beating like a drum . ──── ❛ i am so sorry . ❜
managing to prop himself up on his elbows , ilya looks over to shane on the couch . he really had dressed him , thrown him around the room , and attempted to cover their makeout in the guise of studying . he could’ve died right there in the whitaker’s basement , shirt half unbuttoned and cheeks red with worry . ──── ❛ she was not supposed to be here . please . do not go . ❜ lifting himself from the floor , ilya , unmoored and nervous all over again , plops himself down next to shane . placing a tender hand on his knee , still covered by the blanket ( which ilya acknowledges was used to cover his arousal with a gentle scrunch of his fingers ) . ──── ❛ i mean . i get it if you want to . but i was having very good time . i think we both were , yes ? ❜ attempting to crush the awkwardness , ilya’s eyebrows raise and his head bobs to nod to both of their groins . leaning in closer to shane , eyes dark and lashes fluttering , ilya whimpers , ──── ❛ if you need convinced , i thought it was really hot when you called her wrong name . were you jealous ? ❜