Summary:

“You are so pretty, Hollander. Your freckles err— take my breath.”

Shane glares. “Rozanov, you can’t say that here,” he says through gritted teeth. “They can hear us.”

“Who gives a fuck?” He declares with a careless shrug. “Whole world knows we are lovers, so what?”

The world most definitely does not need to know that he’s on Ilya’s extensive fuck buddies roster.

Or

According to Ilya, Shane is the best boyfriend anyone could ask for. If you ask Shane, he’ll tell you they are just fuck buddies.