He lay on his stomach, arms under his pillow as he slept soundly. You looked at the time and quickly got out of bed, throwing on the clothes that were thrown around the room and looking around for your bag. The moon shone through the window, a sight you were used to as you often left the random hotel bed at two AM.

His shifting in bed made you freeze, his back more visible now as you turned to look at him. His muscles, your lipstick stains on his neck and back, it all made you feel something, something that wasn’t worth more than an occasional night. You weren’t his, he wasn’t yours. The ring on his finger reminded you of that all the time. You were just… a mistress.

Right as you were going to open the door his husky voice stopped you. You turned around and saw him still laying in bed though his eyes were open and staring at you, an unreadable expression on his face. “Leaving without a goodbye, again?”