She licked her spoon, savoring the cool mint on her tongue. The moment was one of those blessings of bliss; here she was, on a Sunday afternoon, wearing a yellow dress, eating the most perfect mint ice cream, with her adorably uptight boyfriend, whose hand was currently caressing her leg.
She leaned in closer towards him, eating every spoonful of the smooth green ice cream with deliberation. His dark blue eyes locked into hers and for a moment, she believed that nothing else in the world existed but Percy and mint ice cream.
And for those few, heady moments, she was right.
She breathed, "I want you," as if it were the gravest truth in the world, and he smiled, and it was unspeakable bliss.