Smooth
The very last thing Sam would call his proposal to Mikeala was smooth.
He had stuttered, rambled on for about twenty minutes about all the reasons he loved her, and all the reasons why he definitely didn't deserve her, and how much better he knew that she could do until she had grabbed his shirt by the collar with both hands and kissed him like the world was about to end.
He had been in a kind of daze as he slipped the diamond ring on her finger, and he was incredibly relieved when she said she thought his shock was cute.
Smooth it had not been, but amazing it most certainly was.