Breathing hard, Maeve wraps both her arms around Steve. She loves this moment at the end, when they’re both damp with sweat, but somehow it isn’t uncomfortable to be pressed together. She can feel his heart beating against her chest, the way it pounds, she can taste the salt on his skin when she kisses his shoulder.

With a soft hum, Maeve turns her head and breathes him in, the scent of them around her. Her hands stroke down his back and slowly her legs relax from around Steve’s hips, a long sigh slipping out at the same time.

It’s nice to be back here with him. She had missed him even more than she had realized.