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Charlie turned over to face Nick, their heads on the pillows next to each other. "Kissing's still okay, though?" He was fine with waiting for more than that, as long as Nick wanted, but if he had to go entirely without kissing his extremely hot boyfriend, who was an amazing kisser, he was going to go out of his mind.

For answer, Nick cupped his cheek and leaned forward, kissing him soft and slow.

"I want to stay up all night," Charlie whispered. Who knew when they might have this chance again, since his parents had outlawed sleepovers. He didn't want to sleep through a moment of it.

"Me, too."

"Tell me something funny you did when you were little."

"Oh, now you want to embarrass me?"

"I bet you were cute," Charlie said.

"My mum says so." Nick chuckled. "All right. When we first got Nellie, I was so afraid she wouldn't be happy with us that I used to sneak downstairs in the middle of the night to give her extra treats. My mum only found out when one night I fell asleep on the kitchen floor with the treats box still in my hand."

"That is truly adorable."

"No, you know what's truly adorable? You." Nick surged forward, hugging Charlie tight, rolling them both over, so that somehow Charlie ended up on Nick's pillow with Nick's head on his chest.

"You're ridiculous, you know that?"

"I just wanted to be comfy. So tell me something you used to do."

"Oh. Um … annoy Tori a lot, apparently."

Nick laughed. "She's your older sister. Of course she'd say that."

"No, apparently when I was very small I used to toddle after her whenever she left the house, yelling for her to come back and play with me."

"Did she?"

"Not once."

Nick rolled onto his back and Charlie followed, tucking himself against Nick's side. "You think Darcy's okay?"

"I hope so. Did you see that t-shirt she made for Tara?"

"Oh, with her face all over it? Unbelievable."

"Very Darcy, though." They both laughed. "Don't you dare make one of those up for me."

"Oh, you know now I have to. I'll start now collecting photos."

Charlie laughed. "You will not."

"You don't know, maybe I will."

Nick's arm tightened round Charlie, pulling him close, and he yawned.

"Not going to sleep on me, are you?"

"No. Just … nice and warm. Are you warm enough?"

Charlie was plenty warm. Nick was like a furnace. He closed his eyes and snuggled closer still. They lay there together like that for a long time, occasionally murmuring something to each other.

At some point, Charlie woke up and discovered they had fallen asleep, with Nick as the big spoon. He closed his eyes and let himself drift off again, secure in his boyfriend's arms.

Next time he awoke, he was the big spoon, with Nick's hair tickling his nose. Completely worth it, he thought sleepily.

Later, he woke up from a dream of having a bear sitting on his chest to find himself on his back with Nick's head on his stomach. He lay awake for a while that time, listening to Nick's soft, even breathing. How perfect was his boyfriend? He didn't even snore.

He wasn't aware of having drifted off again until he woke to the early light of dawn and saw Nick's face right in front of his. So much for this being Nick's side, he thought, smiling. He'd spent more time last night on this side of the bed than Nick had.

Before he could go to sleep again, he heard the door click, and he looked over his shoulder to see Tao's head poking nervously around the door. "Is it safe?"

"Completely safe," Charlie assured him, smiling as Nick, disturbed by their voices, snuggled in close and rubbed his face against Charlie's chest. "How was your night?"

Tao's smile stretched across his whole face. "How was yours?"

"Too short," Nick grumbled from under the covers. "Go away."

"Can't," Isaac said cheerfully, following Tao in. "We've got to pack and get down to breakfast so we don't miss the coach."

"Let's miss it, then," Nick suggested. "We'll just stay in Paris."

Charlie laughed and ruffled his hair. "I think we kind of have to go back on the coach."

"Fine." Nick pulled the covers up over both their heads, whispering to Charlie, "That was the best night ever. Can we do it again?"

"I hope so. We'll have to wear down my parents."

Nick chuckled and kissed him, morning breath and all. Then he tossed off the covers and hopped out of bed. "Right. I suppose we might as well pack. I get my jumper back, right?"

Charlie laughed. "Not a chance."

"Thought so."

The four of them packed and picked up the room and headed down for breakfast. Before they walked into the room where they could hear the hum of everyone else talking, Nick looked at Charlie and reached for his hand.

"You sure?" Charlie asked.

"Yeah."

So they walked into breakfast hand-in-hand, and a lot of people stared, but no one said a word.

This time, they sat together on the coach, holding hands and leaning their heads against each other. "You have a good trip?" Nick asked. "Just what you hoped for?"

"Better," Charlie told him.

"Hm. Good." Nick rested his head on Charlie's shoulder, and before long the soft breathing and the increased weight of him leaning against Charlie said he'd gone to sleep.

Charlie scrolled through his Instagram while Nick slept. Darcy had posted a selfie of all of them, with Mr. Farouk in the middle scowling at them all. And underneath that, Nick had posted the picture of them in front of the Arc de Triomphe. It wasn't the best picture—Nick's face was all scrunched up in the glare of the sun—but there they were together in Paris, and Nick had posted a heart with the picture.

Reading through the comments, Charlie saw one of them asking if it was true they were dating, and he glanced down at his beautiful boyfriend's sleeping face. No one could be more shocked that it was true than he was. Every time he looked at Nick, he felt luckier than ever.