“I don’t know, what do you think?” she asks, grinning up at him, a rare unrestrained smile. Her fingers slip under the elastic of his boxers and she glided them down the length of his cock, enjoying that light touch, the heat of him under her skin. “I’m glad it’s the only one you care about, though.”

Maeve has never worried about Steve cheating on her. It isn’t that she thinks she’s such a catch he wouldn’t be able to find someone better, it’s just that she trusts him. It’s a good feeling, one she’s never really had before.

He’s a good guy, this one, and she’s lucky they’re here together.

“What about this?” she asks, twisting her wrist to get her hand around his cock. “Does this indicate anything?”