It had been a long week for Jason, so the two of you had decided to spend a quiet evening in.

Jason, with a copy of Jane Austen's "Pride and Prejudice" in hand, began to read aloud to you as you rested your head on his chest.

"In vain I have struggled. It will not do." He paused his reading, his voice a pleasant rumble against your back.

"My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you." His eyes were earnest as he studied your face.