He had leaned too far backward and Emilie was not one to pass up a golden opportunity. Her push sent him toward the floor; the chair made the most spectacular cracking sound as it broke under his weight.

What a spectacular bitch, he marveled from the wreckage. It was most certainly going to leave a bruise and ache for days. He grinned up at her around his legs still holding up the seat of the chair in the crook of his knee.

"I am in love with you Emilie Devlin," he professed. At the moment he couldn't tell if it was the truth, but it certainly sounded good.