Summary:

It’s dim inside, faint morning light coming from the barely slitted blinds. She sees them right away. Ilya is slumped over another man in bed, fingers combing gently through his hair while their mouths slide together. It’s a slow, sweet kiss. Not a precursor to sex. Sympathy clenches in her chest. Oh. She shouldn’t be watching this. ——— Svetlana finds out.