Summary:

“Sorry…Who are you?” Shane builds up the courage to ask when he knows they’re alone again. The man’s piercing eye contact is making him squirm a little, but it’s not unwanted. It makes Shane's stomach flip actually. “I am Ilya” “Ilyaaaaa.” He tests the name out, it feels right. Familiar. He lets out a small giggle at how ridiculous he must sound right now. The man’s eyes, Ilya’s eyes, soften and once again Shane feels his heart speed up. “You’re really handsome” Shane blurts, unable to filter his words. He quickly slaps his hands over his own mouth. He can definitely feel the blush creeping up his neck. or, Shane wakes up from wisdom tooth surgery confused and unable to recognize his hot husband.