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Klaus must be dreaming.
It's the only explanation for how he got the sweetest man in the world to get into his pants.
He is just Klaus's type; kind, strong, vulnerable and beautiful.
Entirely too good for someone like him.
He knows he's dreaming because no man would wake Klaus up before the sun rises, just to shake his hand after a one night stand and say, "it has been a pleasure."
No one.
But, when he wakes up again, there's a business card clutched in his hand with a name and a number.
How did he get so lucky?