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“Have you been in love.”
“Sure.”
“How’d it end.”
There was a pause before Doyle answered, “It hasn’t started.”
― C.S. Poe, Subway Slayings

“He enjoyed a brief fantasy as he sat on the bench of pressing Shane against the glass after scoring a goal and kissing him breathless. That would shut this fucking crowd up.
“Man,” Bood said as they skated to the bench, “this town hates you.”
“Nah. They wish I played for them.”
Bood laughed. “Hollander would hate that.”
“My good friend Shane Hollander, you mean?”
“There’s no way he likes you that much.”
“He loves me,” Ilya said plainly. Honestly.
Bood, of course, thought he was kidding. “Now you’re really dreaming.”
Ilya chomped on his mouthguard to avoid smiling.”
― Rachel Reid, The Long Game

“You should quit hockey," Ilya murmured. "Send them a text. Say you quit. Stay here with me."
"I'm not ending my career via text."
"Email, then.”
― Rachel Reid, The Long Game

“They had lots of reasons to keep their relationship a secret, but those reasons seemed extremely unimportant now. What if Ilya had died? What if he had fucking died?
Shane would have died too. Alone, and secretly, and for the rest of his life.”
― Rachel Reid, The Long Game