Summary:

“Oh no. Is Mr. Hollander sad his students have gone?” Shane looked toward the open doorway of his classroom just in time to watch Ilya Rozanov press the tips of his fingers beneath his hazel eyes and drag them down his cheeks. The corners of his lips curved into an exaggerated frown—dramatically comical —and Shane didn’t stop the corner of his own lips from twitching as he shook his head. “I’m not sad.” “Then you have not seen your face.” Shane Hollander and Ilya Rozanov have been teaching at the same Ottawa-area for the past ten years, and for most of those ten years, they've been hiding their relationship from students and faculty alike. Now it's the end of another school year and Shane's a little melancholic, and Ilya knows just the thing to cheer him up.