Summary:

Shane sighed. “I usually don’t do that type of thing. I was just listening to music and, I don’t know, felt like it.” “I’m glad you did,” Ilya purred, running with fingers through Shane’s hair. “Mm?” “It is the most sexy you have ever looked.” “Shut the fuck up.” “I do not lie! You are a good dancer, great even. For a Canadian, at least.” Shane dances in his kitchen exactly one (1) time and it gets leaked to the media. Expected chaos ensues. Ilya intervenes in a very Ilya way.