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    The cold tiles underneath his fingertips are not enough to cool Shane down, neither are the icy water drops dripping down his back. Although the game has ended some time ago—long enough for everyone to shower and trickle out, leaving him more or less alone—adrenaline is still pumping in his veins, his heart thumping in his ears. He wants to justify it with the game, by the way it feels when his blades hit the ice, the sound of them screeching downed out by the roar of fans; but it’s all a lie, an excuse. It’s him.

    Ilya Rozanov.
    Rival.
    Asshole.
    One hell of a lay.


    OR

    Just some shameless Hollanov smut

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