“I think it’s cute that you doubt we’ll get to that number before we leave the gardens,” he said, leaning to kiss her softly. It was a chaste kiss but it lingered just a bit before he pulled away and reached down to slip his hand into hers. He liked the way that their hands seemed to fit perfectly into each other. It always made him remember how good it felt to be with her when they were together. Steve wished that it didn’t have to be so sporadically but they each had their commitment, even if he wished that she would do something else, potentially joining him.

“Any other plans besides being greedy for kisses while you’ve got a few days off?”