Summary:

“So, now what?” Ilya asks from beside him. “We go home, eat maybe another eight burgers and we fuck?” “You’re so poetic.” Shane rolls his eyes, but he can’t help his smile. Ilya shrugs. “Is poetry, yes.” “What is?” "Us." _________________________________________ Shane and Ilya return home to the cottage after meeting with Shane's parents. (And yes, they fuck)