"You started it," she points out, even if she's no longer sure whether or not that's the truth. Honestly, it doesn't matter. One of them started it and now Steve is asking to stop it, so she drags one hand up over his back until she can thread her fingers in his hair.

"But we can talk about whatever you'd like," she promises, then bites her lower lip. "Or not talk at all."

She has a fair idea she knows exactly what Steve will choose.