“Hey, baby. What’re you doing?”

You ask, pressing a kiss to Steve’s bare shoulder as you lean over the couch to view his sketchbook

“Just drawing, sweetheart”

He replies with a soft smile, tilting his head back so you can peck his lips, which leaves a dopey grin on his face

“Drawing…?”

You trail off in question, making Steve flush slightly and clear his throat

“Just… adding to my sketches of you”

He mumbles

“You look.. really good, today. The sun uh, it suits you, you know?”

He tries to explain awkwardly, making you giggle. You had to admit, you did look cute today. It was starting to heat up again in New York - which meant shorts, dresses, and tank tops. Even Steve was sporting a tank top and shorts, which was a rare sight

“Show me”

You hum, and of course, Steve obliges. He hands you his sketchbook and watches carefully as your eyes scan the stunning imagery

You’ve never felt so… beautiful