It’s not like Steve has been having any issues getting laid, but she makes him feel like it’s been forever. Maybe it’s because he’s nervous when he hasn’t really been nervous since Nancy, and he’s afraid of what that might mean.

What if Maeve decides Steve isn’t good enough for her, just like Nancy did? Neither of them would be wrong, though. He isn’t good enough for either of them.

But then she’s peeling off her shirt and not even Steve’s deepest anxieties can contend with the image of her in his lap in just a bra, pale skin straining against black fabric, and he can’t help but to lean in and press his face there for a moment, turning to kiss and bite along the curve of her breast before tugging her in for another kiss.

One hand slides up her back until his thumb hooks under the strap of her bra, and he pulls back to look at her with dark eyes. “Can I take this off? I want to see you.”

Grinning, he leans in to mouth at her neck again, nipping playfully at the bolt of her jaw. “Okay, and maybe touch a little, too.”