When she pulled back, but just stared at him, Steve gave in to his nervous habit of sucking in his lower lip and chewing on it nervously, his brow creasing slightly in anxiety. It took a second, but eventually his lips quirked on one side in an uncertain, questioning smile. "That means you like it... right?"

He tried to make it sound teasing, but his uncertainty leaked through under the words. Unable to hold still, he reached up and brushed a stray strand of white hair away from her face, smoothing it down gently, taking the moment just to touch her.