When they'd met, Maeve hadn't exactly looked at Steve and pegged him as a guy who would be good at communicating. He'd seemed like most other good looking, popular jock-types, like Jackson, and while Jackson had been sweet, his ability to properly communicate his feelings hadn't exactly been terribly impressive.

Steve, though, has surprised her. And he keeps surprising her. And she knows he'll do what he says, that he'll tell her if things aren't working for him for whatever reason. She knows, too, that he knows her well enough to feel confident she'll listen.

"Come on, then," she says, pressing another kiss against Steve's mouth before she stands and takes his hands to pull him up after her.