"I could ask you the same thing, brat," Steve replies with a besotted grin, leaning in to kiss the wrinkled bridge of her nose, lips lingering there until he smooths out. He pulls back to look at her and slides his hand into her hair, cradling the back of her head as he stares at her.

She looks happy, and it's because he loves her. Because she loves him. It's enough to leave him a little stunned, and he chuckles a little before leaning in to kiss her again. His hands go to her hips and then down under her ass so he can lift her up right there, urging her legs around his waist as he holds onto her.

"If it started raining right now, it'd be like a movie," Steve teases, eyes bright, affection all over his face. "One of those sappy tearjerkers."