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I awoke to the soft sound of music drifting from the lounge area of the hotel suite that we were residing in for this part of Justin’s tour. The curtains were still drawn although it was light outside, and the lack of warmth that surrounded my body told me that Justin had left to do something already. This was a normal occurrence for us, and it wasn’t that he wanted to leave me to wake up alone, rather that he would be doing something that he knew I wouldn’t mind missing and didn’t want to wake me when I could be resting.
My eyes focussed on the room around me as I sat up, stretching my arms out in the glorious king sized bed and smiling to myself as I realised yet again how good my life had gotten, how lucky I was. My eyes wandered to the open door of the closet and I noticed that Justin’s gym bag was vacant, indicating immediately where he was and why he hadn’t taken me with him. His personal trainer had always said I was an unhealthy distraction even if all I was doing was watching, and although I disagreed (on the contrary, Justin actually seemed to work harder when I was there because he was trying to impress me) I stayed away from the gym to make sure that everyone was happy. Today would not be one of those days. I could use a good work out myself, and I figured that the one hour training session that Justin had in the mornings would be close to over once I got down there.
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