Summary:

What if Ilya convinced Shane not to leave after the tuna melt scene? * “I’m sorry.” Shane repeated, gathering the rest of his clothes before turning to walk out of the room. It was just a name. All he said was a name, but it was his name. Shane. And it sounded like honey dripping from Ilya’s tongue. But it was too much too soon. The realization hit him when he reached for the doorknob. How could he pretend that this arrangement was enough? The sneaking around, the secret fucks a couple times a year. It wasn’t enough.