It's only when Maeve wiggles that Steve sets her back down, sliding his hands up to cup Maeve's cheeks to tip her face up so he can stare down at her with an awed expression on his face. She's just so beautiful. He can't look away.

"Me? I'm perfect," Steve replies dreamily, smiling as he strokes the pads of his thumbs gently along Maeve's cheekbones. "How could I be anything less than perfect when I've got you?"

His voice is drawling and a little dreamy, like he's dazed, and he feels like he is but he isn't sure why. He only had two drinks, which should have only given him a slight buzz if anything, but he feels drunk. Maybe he's just drunk on her.

"Fuck, I love you," he murmurs, moving his thumb across the curve of her bottom lip. "Like, I really, really, really love you."