Summary:

“I cannot believe that you invited him” He can believe it, actually. His mother invites him every year, this is just the first year he’s actually showed up. A fact which was news to Shane until he’d walked into the cottage, weekend bag slung over his shoulder, to the sight of Ilya Rozanov reaching up on his tippy toes, t-shirt riding up to expose the small of his back, helping his mom hang garland over a doorway Shane had, literally, nearly turned around and walked right back out Its Christmas and its snowing and Shane's mom's annoying (ly hot) best friend is stuck at the cottage