He stepped inside the room and closed the door behind him. Then he locked it. I was sitting on my bed, waiting with my heart racing.
He looked at me and took his time just looking. I was wearing sleep shorts and a tank top with no bra. It was simple and accessible. My hair was down and my face was clean, so I felt pretty.
Neither of us spoke at first because the tension was thick. It felt different from the other nights since this was the last one, the end.
"Stand up," he said. His voice was calm and controlled.
I obeyed immediately and stood up.
He approached me, walking toward me slowly and deliberately. He stopped right in front of me, close enough to touch, but he did not touch me yet. He just looked down at me.
"Tonight is the last night."
"I know."
"After tonight, things chan
