"You're insane," she shoots back, even though she's helping Steve by wriggling her way out of her shirt and tossing it toward one of the boxes that have yet to be unpacked. Boys have liked her, pretty much ever since she had breasts, which had happened way too young for her liking, but she's still never been great with compliments.

It's not that she doesn't believe Steve, but Maeve knows way too many guys who would say shit like that just to get their hand in a girl's pants, only to turn around and tell everyone what a slut she was the next day. Steve's different and she knows he is, but that defense mechanism of denying the compliment still comes up.

So she silences it -- and the both of them -- by putting both her arms around him and leaning up for a kiss.