It's difficult for Maeve to believe anyone will really be there for her in the long term, only because those who have come before have fucked it up for her so completely. But with Steve, she wants to believe and that allows a little glimmer of hope, the romantic core of her she tried for so long to deny, and she smiles up at him, nodding.

"I know," she says, then grins as she leans up to kiss him, her arms slipping around his body to hold him against her. He's warm and his muscles are hard and she breaks the kiss to drag her lips along his jaw, brushing over stubble, then she bites his chin, grinning against his skin.