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The lights of a Parisian night twinkled below as Laurice Deauxnim leaned against the balcony of his hotel room.
It felt so odd, finally having a job professional enough to warrant a trip like this.
It was too quiet at night after all the cacophony of book talk, but he only craved one voice.
He closed his eyes, picturing a gentle sunrise, strong arms around his waist, a kiss on his neck with a sleepy "good morning".
He could spend the rest of his life here with him.
He opened his eyes and glanced forlornly at the empty king sized bed.