One Percent of Love
"Ethan, I'll do anything. Just marry me."
Ethan lounged on the couch, one leg crossed over the other, flicking a Zippo open and shut.
"Beg me? With what?"
"You can give me a hundred demands. Anything you want. I'll do all of them."
He gave a soft laugh, tossed the lighter onto the table, sank back into the couch, and watched me through half-closed eyes.
"All right. Get down and kowtow to me first."
I bent forward and pressed my forehead to the floor with a dull thud.