Summary:

But then, when Ilya had finally set him down and tugged him in close for a kiss, he’d trailed his lips right to the sensitive skin beneath Shane’s ear. Then he’d whispered, low and growly, “My room number is 1710.” Shane remembers laughing even harder, “Yeah, you idiot, it’s mine too.” Ilya raised a single, perfect eyebrow, “And how does bellhop afford such a room?” -- Fresh from a slump-ending victory, the Ottawa Centaurs' star players have a special celebration.