Her eyebrows shot up just a little, a tiny jerk before it leveled down. "What sort of history are we talkin' about here, sugarcube?" Aj leaned closer, just enough to brush a light kiss over his lips, before pulling back with a small smile.
"But I can promise you that nothin' you can say will change the way I feel about you." Aj was fairly sure that he could tell her he'd been an ax murderer and she'd still love him.