Her hands move, to just touch him, one at his shoulder and the other sliding to the back of his neck. She kisses him back, just as soft, just as chaste, and a small part of her can't help but think it a dream.

Then he pulls away, speaks, and Peggy laughs. Happily, gently, and all her disbelief is gone. Steve. "Don't think less of me if I say I don't mind. It's easily fixed."