The Dress He Hid — The Breakfast Choice

Then please do. Probably... Don't tell me your name. Tomorrow I'll have to think about everything.

Can I just be here tonight? Yes. I wasn't in love with him. I didn't know him.

But when he gave me the choice to leave, I wanted to stay. He'd asked me to stay for breakfast. I'd said yes. Then morning came and I couldn't put that dress back on and walk out of his door as the girl from last night.