Ilya draped across the cottage couch, hair still damp from the lake, mouth slightly open, legs half up, half down. The summer breeze kissed his skin in the most peaceful way possible. The sun was no longer visible, and the only thing he could hear was Shane moving around in the kitchen, making them sandwiches after swimming.
And then, all of a sudden, there was a freckled angel waking him up by kissing every inch of his face.
Between his eyebrows? Mwah.
Ilya smiled brightly with his eyes still closed. “You missed a spot.” Shane chuckled. “Mmm.”
Ilya tsked in disagreement. Shane laughed.
Ilya groaned, God’s brightest smile still plastered across his face. Shane couldn’t have that. He couldn’t not kiss him even more. So he crashed their lips together. Ilya hummed happily against his mouth before opening his eyes. “Very good, mylysh.” He immediately kissed him again to hide his now furiously blushing face. Ilya was losing his mind.
Oh my God. I can’t believe this is my life now. God.Oh my God.Oh my God.Oh my God.