"The choice is yours, my love." he whispered tenderly into her ear.
How she had longed to hear those words.
Years of self denial were now, in an instant, dissolved, as was her will power.
Her breath came in short rasps, excited, yet restrained.
"Hot fudge, caramel pecan sundae please"
I came across this in my articles this morning, from 2006, originally titled "Rapture". I thought it would be a fun re-post.