A different evening, long ago. Sweetness in a silver cup.
“Do you love me?” she asked as she drank, eyes afire.
Ah. A different desire, then; another sort of need. “I will tonight.”
This post was written in response to the Trifecta Writing Challenge weekend prompt: write a love story in 33 words. You are free to interpret that prompt however you wish, but your response must be 33 words exactly.
A little context can be found in a previous post: Need.