"You deserve the best," Steve tells her, because it's easy to be romantic when he means it, and he always means it with her. "Oh, one more thing."

He rolls over to grab his phone from the nightstand, tongue touching the corner of his mouth in concentration as he opens his music app and does a quick search and lowers the volume until the song is background noise. After setting it to play similar songs after, Steve drops the phone and turns back to Maeve.

Maeve, who looks unreal in the flickering candlelight, too good to possibly exist. But she does, and somehow, for some reason, she's here with him.

"God, you're so beautiful," Steve tells her as he moves in close, and it isn't a line. He's honest, sounding awed as he reaches up to put his hand on her face, sweeping her hair back and leaning in to kiss her on the mouth, murmuring against her lips. "Do you have any idea how much I missed you? It was only days and I felt like I couldn't breathe."

She'd asked for romance and while Steve is happy to provide, none of it is an act. It comes so easy with her.