LINE WITHOUT A HOOK ## heated rivalry

Ilya could only nod, the knot at the base of his throat growing tighter. He wanted to confess that it was more than just care about him. He was hit with the realization as soon as Shane's crumpled body lay lifeless on the ice; he was in love. He loved Shane; red and hot as the blood coursing through his body. Passionate as his love for hockey.

And it scared him. It scared him that he felt this way when they played the sport that they did. Scared him that people could hurt Shane for his team affiliation, for his sexuality. He was terrified. And he wished he had his own Rose Landry to talk to about things, the way Shane said he did. He wished he still had his mom, the way Shane did. He wished a lot of things at that moment. That Shane would open his eyes. That he would open his own eyes and it was all a terrible dream and Shane was sleeping next to him with the little pout in his lips.

But it wasn't a dream. And Shane still had not opened his eyes.

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