"I can't get off my knee until I've asked you something." He sort of shuffled inside, staying on one knee and kicking the door shut behind him.
He swallowed hard, and looked at her. "By all rights, I should probably hate you, but I don't. I really don't. The stuff you did that's ... questionable wasn't a you I know. The you I do know is this really gorgeous, funny, damn smart, damn scared lady, and I kind of love her. And really want to spend the rest of my life getting to know." He felt his heart raise up into his throat, and he cleared it, trying to get the muscle to descend back into his chest.