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Lily: Come over. Nor for long. An hour?
[Or: What happened when Shane went to Ilya's before their game.]

What's so fascinating about the sunset? he almost asked, but Ilya's breath caught in his throat as he looked at the sun disappearing over the horizon line, his words tangling in his vocal chords until they suffocated. His eyes went from the sunset to Shane's face, to the smattering of freckles that sat high on his cheeks, to Shane's relaxed eyes, half-lidded and heavy with exhaustion, to his beautiful lips, pink and chapped from the ice, and he had to look away before he did something stupid like kiss him and never let him go.

[Or, 3 major sunsets and 1 sunrise in Ilya's life.]