The moon hung high in the night sky, casting an ethereal glow over Hammersmith. James, stood alone in his back garden, staring at it, lost in thought.
He was so wrapped up in his own little world that he didn't hear Jeremy coming up behind him.
"James. It's late. Are you coming to bed?"
James, turned at his lover's words. "It's beautiful. Isn't it?"
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