Steve has come to realize that Maeve isn't great at accepting compliments. Most of the girls that he's been with eat them up and try to act like they aren't expected, but Maeve is different. He doesn't mean to compare her with anyone else, but he doesn't think that he can, is the thing. She is so unlike anyone he's met.

She kisses him and Steve meets it hungrily, cupping the side of her face before sliding his arms underneath her back and tugging her upward until she's straddling his lap. Sunlight spills through the window and Steve looks at her again, letting it hit him all over again just how gorgeous she is. He doesn't say it this time, but it's obvious all over his face.

"I really want to go down on you," he says instead, looking almost surprised because he wasn't even expecting to say that. He wants to, of course, he just thought he'd be more chill about it. "It is your birthday, after all."