The Morning After
I woke up first and started making breakfast. Suddenly, his arms were around me, and he kissed the back of my neck.
“I’m so sorry I can’t stay for breakfast. I have a meeting.”
“No problem at all. You can take it with you.”
He spun me toward him and tenderly kissed my lips.
“I hope I’ll see you again,” we said together.
You write the ending. What happens next?
Or would you like to start over?