Summary:

Shane exhaled sharply. "I want you to chase me through the woods." Ilya's fingers stilled in Shane's hair. "Like a race?" His voice was calm, but Shane could feel the way his chest tensed beneath his cheek. Shane shook his head. "No." The word came out breathless, half swallowed against Ilya's collarbone. or Shane proposes a fantasy and something about it hits too close to home for Ilya. How will they get past it?