"You would assume correctly," Steve murmurs as he takes Maeve's hands in his hips. She's practically weightless in the water, and while it's cold, Steve is perfectly content with the insides of her thighs brushing his ears. He leans over to kiss the curve of her ribs where they crest the water, and then he turns around and shifts Maeve's legs around his waist.

"Climb on, I'll swim us back." Once her arms are around his neck, he swims them back to shore and lifts her out of the water. The air prickles their skin and Steve hisses, laughing as he sets her down and scoops up his t-shirt, dabbing water from her naked body before scooping up his flannel and pulling it over her shoulders, helping her arms into it and smiling as he buttons it up with chilly fingers.

I love you, he thinks, but he doesn't say it. Maybe it's obvious by the look on his face, and once he's done with the buttons, he leans in to give her a soft kiss before turning away to grab his jeans and pull them onto his wet legs.

"All the shit I packed and I forgot towels," he says with a laugh, pushing his wet hair back from his face before scooping up the rest of their clothes. "You good to walk back?"