Steph knows him well enough, but it's still up to debate as to whether that sigh one of exasperation or from the kissing. But she'll humor him.

"This. You, face in my chest, on the stairs," because that would have a snowball's chance in hell happening if not for their particular situation.

She runs her fingers through that thick mop of hair.

"Always kinda imagined this happening in a bedroom, I think."