"That, I don't. The relationship I told you about? Started in almost the exact same way. Well, without the playing cards and implied engagement and more drunk fooling around after a nice dinner," Steve continued, his hand gliding a teensy bit more under her clothes while he leaned in to kiss at the bare skin of her neck.

"Of course, we started with drunken making out and not talking of which instrument of murder is best in close quarters."