Summary:

“It was cruel,” Ilya murmurs, brushing the saltwater from Shane’s freckles with a careful thumb. “I was cruel. To both of us. And I’m sorry.” Shane breathes with him for a moment, both of them trying to pull themselves together, before he grumbles, “I don’t even remember why I brought that up.” “Because you want to be annoying in bed until I slap you,” Ilya reminds him patiently. “Oh. Right.” [Or: Shane and Ilya are very, very compatible.]