"Oh, yeah, you know me," Maeve says with a fond roll of her eyes before she kisses Steve again. "I definitely expect loads of flowers. All over the flat, really. Very high maintenance, me. I figure you'd've worked all that out by now."
She leans against him in the back of the car, chewing on her lower lip to hide her smile. All this is still unfamiliar to her. She likes Steve. She likes being with Steve, but she still never knows if she's doing this right or if she's just fucking everything up.
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She leans against him in the back of the car, chewing on her lower lip to hide her smile. All this is still unfamiliar to her. She likes Steve. She likes being with Steve, but she still never knows if she's doing this right or if she's just fucking everything up.