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By the time Henry and Iestyn made it to their hotel, Henry was exhausted. They had partied and danced and eaten and laughed and loved, and Henry felt like his feet were dragging a little. Though he was sure Iestyn could figure out a way to wake him back up again.

They had a few nights booked in the Blue Moon Hotel, wisely realising that they would need a few days to recover before going about international travel. So they had a room all to themselves where they could rest and relax and...not relax... It had a beautiful balcony with an amazing view and Henry was looking forward to possibly eating breakfast out there if he could be bothered to get dressed!

Henry put his small purple suitcase beside the bed and then he flopped down onto it with a groan as the door closed behind them and they were finally alone. "Oh my god, my feet are killing me. I can't even imagine how yours are." He lifted his head to grin at Iestyn. "Hey. We're husbands." He was never going to get tired of saying that.