The smile he gave her in response was completely cheeky. He didn't bother denying that she was right. Because she knew him well enough to know right at this moment he didn't give a damn about washing cars.
He happily obliged, leaning down to meet her lips with his in a searing kiss. Her other hand, the one still resting against the car, he slid his own fingers over. To hell with it, he thought. Now or never. Pulling back from the kiss, he leaned his forehead against hers, keeping his gaze on hers. His free hand he slipped surreptitiously in to his pocket, retrieving the ring from the box, but keeping the hand in his pocket.
"I've had our song in my head all day today," he told her with a little smile. "And I've got a bit of a favour to ask."