2) Keep Dawn In The Kitchen

Still drowning in her drunkenness, Dawn grabbed the backrest of the chair at the kitchen table. "Go home, Dan."

"It's three in the morning. The first train back isn't until six? A taxi would be fifty quid."

"Then stay here. I'll be back later." Dawn let go of the chair and walked gingerly towards me. Toe to toe with me. She reached past my waist for the door handle. But I remained unmoved in front of the door. Dawn rested her head on my chest."Move, Dan. Let me enjoy myself. I'm an adult."

"No, Dawn. I'm looking after you. You will regret this in the morning. Trust me." I embraced her, which sapped the tension from her body. I felt her shift her weight against me as she relaxed. As if I she had found sanctuary. "I love you."

Dawn glanced up at me. Her expression tired and full of melancholy, yet she remained stunningly beautiful. "Then why did you reject me, earlier?"

I froze. The same as I did when she placed my hand on her crotch earlier that night. I had to say something. Something to change the course of the night's events.

1) Because you were too drunk and didn't know what you were doing.

2) Because I was scared of ruining what we had.

3) I was an idiot and regret doing so.