Ilya and you had been in a secret for about eight years. And seeing Scott kiss his boyfriend on camera had encouraged both of you to give a relationship a go. It was a late night and you were cuddling together in bed, cuddled up against his chest with Ilya’s wrapped around your body, cuddling you against his chest.

Ilya slowly gently threaded his fingers through your hair, pressing on occasional gentle kiss to your temple. Both of you were naked, post fuck. Naked, Ilya still had on his golden crucifix necklace, the pendant rested in the middle of his chest. You knew that his late mother was the previous owner of it, and you knew his mother’s death was a touchy subject considering he had a bad brother and father and she was the only one who was genuinely family to him. You rolled the crucifix pendant between your fingertips, eyes fixed on the golden pendant.

Ilya thinks he believes in God, but doesn’t attend church anymore.