Last night

It felt like...marriage.
For the last couple of days he’d come home to my place after work and I’d be waiting, showered, after the gym, dinner on the go. We talked trivialities, ate, got ready to bed, cuddled and fell asleep. Early. Usually before 11.
It wasn’t like the first night. Nor the third. It never is.
Just that this was our last night together, and I didn’t want to make it any special.