The night outside was dark and there was no moon, but I could see streetlights and lit up billboards stretching to the horizon. I felt tired, but content in a wonderful way. It felt like there was some kind of magic in the hotel room and I wondered if there was some way Julian and I could stay there forever. In the reflection of the glass, I could see Julian still resting in bed behind me. He was stretched out over messy white sheets and his breathing was deep and even. But he wasn’t sleeping; I could see his drowsy eyes watching at me in the reflection. Below us was the gorgeous front of the hotel. I had a bird’s eye view of the marble fountain and perfectly manicured green grass with tall palm trees and bright, vibrant flowers. There were limos pulling up in front of the hotel and every time another one stopped the paparazzi, who were waiting outside, jumped to life to shout and photograph whoever was emerging. From my window I could see men in suits schmooze with the cameras while women in tight dresses, who were wearing dark sunglasses despite the late hours, hurried inside, ignoring the photographers and people shouting for autographs.
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