This night could have been ruined, considering what had happened earlier, but as Maeve sinks down with Steve, the two of them tangled together, the sheets beneath them a mess, a pillow jammed halfway under her hip even now. Her skin is sticky where Steve has come on her, due to the sweat shining on her skin, and she exhales a laugh as Steve pulls her against him.

"We're pretty great," she agrees as she loops her arms over his where they're around her body. Her makeup is probably smeared under her eyes and she knows her hair is plastered to her forehead, but she feels really amazing.

"I love you," she says quietly, biting her lip against her smile and pressing her cheek against one of Steve's arms.