steve knows you keep a diary.. he sleeps over a lot, and you always write in it before bed. tonight once you finish writing, you decide to go downstairs to grab a glass of water. you set down your diary, accidentally leaving it open. steve reaches across the bed, intending to close it, but freezes when he sees his name. he scans the page, reading your ramblings about some fantasy you had. the entry before is detailing a dream, it’s all a little explicit. he raises an eyebrow.