Inside the bus, the atmosphere was tense, almost suffocating. Steve sat on the floor, leaning against the back wall, his bat perched between his legs. His fingers moved absently, flicking his lighter open and closed with a soft metallic click that echoed in the confined space. The flame would flare for a brief moment before disappearing again, the rhythm almost hypnotic.
Across from him, Max sat with her arms crossed, her eyes locked on Steve. She stared at him in a way that suggested she wasn't entirely sure what to make of him, her own nervous energy mixing with the tension in the air. The soft glow of the lighter flickered in her eyes, casting fleeting shadows across her face.
Dove sat on the other side of the aisle, perched on the edge of a seat, her back straight and her posture rigid. Her gaze was fixed outside, peering through a small crack between the metal reinforcements they had hammered into place earlier. Through that narrow sliver, she could see the fog creeping across the junkyard, swirling eerily around the barricades and scrap piles.
The quiet inside the bus was broken only by Steve's lighter and the sound of Dustin pacing nervously, the soft click of his steps filling the space between them. No one spoke, the weight of what was coming pressing down on them all. Dove glanced over at Steve for a brief moment, watching the way his jaw tightened every time the lighter closed. She could tell he was trying to stay calm, to keep up the façade of the fearless leader, but she knew better. The slight tremble in his hand, the way his eyes flicked toward the windows every few seconds—it all gave him away.
Max continued to watch Steve, curiosity written all over her face. The soft glow from the lighter flickered across her features as she leaned forward slightly, studying him with a mix of disbelief and intrigue.
"So, you really fought one of these things before?" she asked, her voice tinged with both skepticism and fascination.
Steve looked up at her, his fingers pausing on the lighter as he flicked it shut with a final metallic snap. His expression was serious, his jaw tight as he gave her a firm nod.
Max raised an eyebrow, not quite convinced. "And you're, like, totally, 100% sure it wasn't a bear?"
Before Steve could respond, Dustin cut in, his voice sharp and defensive. "Shit. Don't be an idiot. Okay? It wasn't a bear."
Max's expression shifted, her curiosity fading into something more guarded.
Dove, sitting across from them, immediately turned to her brother, her eyes narrowing. "Don't talk to her like that," she scolded him, her voice calm but firm. "If you were in her position, would you believe you?"
Dustin scoffed at her, clearly irritated. "Why are you even here if you don't believe us?" he asked, his tone biting as he directed his frustration back at Max.
Max didn't answer, her lips pressing into a thin line. The bus fell silent for a moment, the only sound coming from the faint creak of the old seats beneath them.
"Just go home," Dustin added, his voice softer now but no less frustrated.
Max raised an eyebrow, her response quick and cutting. "Geez. Someone's cranky. Past your bedtime?"
Before Dustin could respond, Max stood and with a quick movement, she grabbed the ladder leading to the roof and climbed up, disappearing through the hatch without another word.
Dove shook her head, watching her brother with a mix of disappointment and amusement. "See what you did?" she whispered to Steve, her tone pointed.
Steve, leaning against his bat, gave her a sideways glance but said nothing, choosing instead to ignore her remark. His eyes flicked toward Dustin, who sat slouched in his seat, fuming. "That's good," Steve said quietly, nodding toward Max's retreating figure. "Just show her you don't care."
Dove let out a soft scoff, standing up from her seat. "Yeah, her rushing off angrily must be a sign that she's into you," she said dryly, her words laced with sarcasm as she walked past Steve.
Dustin shifted uncomfortably, but said nothing, his frustration simmering beneath the surface.
Dove didn't press the matter any further. Instead, she moved toward the front of the bus. She sat down in the old worn driver's seat, the cracked leather creaking beneath her weight as she stared out through a small hole in the tin that was covering the windshield. The sky outside was darkening quickly, the fog growing thicker, swirling around the junkyard like something alive.
Suddenly, an ethereal shriek pierced the air, cutting through the eerie stillness of the junkyard. Dove shot to her feet, her grip tightening around the bat in her hands as her heart raced.
"Lucas, what's going on?" Dustin yelled up to his friend, his voice frantic.
Dove's breath caught in her throat as she moved to the small hole in the tin barricade, peering out into the dense fog. Her eyes strained to see through the thick haze, but there was nothing—just the swirling mist, hanging in the air like a heavy, oppressive curtain. The stillness of the fog made it even eerier, as if something was lurking just beyond her view, waiting.
"I've got eyes! Ten o'clock!" Lucas called down from the roof.
Frustrated that she couldn't see from her position, Dove's pulse quickened, her body tense with anticipation. She rushed back to where Steve and Dustin were looking out the window, her boots thudding against the metal floor. Squeezing in next to Steve, their faces were inches apart as they both peered through the fog.
There, barely visible through the swirling mist, was Dart. His hulking form moved slowly at the top of the hill, his dark silhouette almost blending into the shadows. Dove's breath hitched in her throat at the sight of him—he was bigger now, more menacing than before.
"He's not taking the bait. Why isn't he taking the bait?" Steve mumbled, his voice tense.
"Maybe he's not hungry?" Dustin offered, though there was a note of doubt in his tone.
"Maybe he's sick of cow," Steve muttered, his eyes still locked on Dart's form.
Dove's gaze remained fixed on Dart, a sinking feeling settling in her stomach. "Or maybe he knows it's a trap," she stated quietly, her voice edged with the weight of what was coming. She turned and headed toward the front of the bus, her jaw set.
"Dove, where are you going?" Dustin asked, his voice full of concern.
Dove didn't stop, her hand tightening around the bat as she answered, "I'm gonna draw him out."
As Dove stepped outside, the coolness of the night air hit her immediately, the sharp chill raising goosebumps along her skin. The fog seemed to part slightly as she moved, swirling away from her as if something larger were pushing it aside. Dove's heart raced in her chest, each step feeling heavier than the last.
She turned at the sound of Steve's boots hitting the ground behind her. Surprised, she glanced over her shoulder to see him following her. For a brief second, their eyes met—Steve's gaze was steady, unwavering, despite the danger that loomed ahead.
Dove gave a small nod, appreciating his silent support, even if she wasn't expecting it.
Together, they moved forward, the fog curling around their ankles as they neared the top of the hill where Dart stood, his dark figure barely illuminated by the faint moonlight. Steve let out a sharp whistle, hoping to catch the creature's attention.
"Dart?" Dove called, her voice softer now, though her heart hammered in her chest. "Come here, buddy."
Dart turned slowly, his massive head swiveling toward them. A low, guttural growl rumbled from deep within him, the sound vibrating in the cold night air. Dove's fingers tightened around the bat as she stopped just behind the pile of discarded meat, Steve standing close by on her left.
"Dinner time," Steve muttered, trying to keep his tone light, though the tension was palpable.
Dove's heart lept into her throat as Dart took a step forward, his hulking form becoming clearer through the fog. He was even bigger than before, his body rippling with muscle.
Suddenly, Lucas's voice echoed down from the roof. "Watch out! Three o'clock! Three o'clock!"
Dove twisted to her right, her eyes widening in horror as three more creatures, almost identical to Dart, emerged from the fog, inching closer to them. "Oh, shit. Steve, there's more," she breathed, her stomach dropping as the enormity of the situation hit her.
The bus door creaked open behind them, but Dove didn't dare look back. Panic began to creep in as she heard her brother's frantic voice from inside the bus. "Abort! Abort!"
Dove barely had time to react as the first creature lunged at her, its sharp claws swiping through the air with terrifying speed. Instinctively, she swung her bat hard, the impact echoing with a sickening crack as she struck the creature mid-air. The force of the blow sent it sprawling to the ground, but the impact knocked Dove backward too, her body hitting the dirt with a heavy thud.
Pain shot through her shoulder, but she gritted her teeth, scrambling to her feet. The growls of the other creatures filled the air, their hulking forms moving swiftly through the fog, each one more menacing than the last. Her heart raced as she glanced around, trying to find Steve in the chaos. She spotted him rolling across the hood of an old car, narrowly avoiding the deadly swipe of another creature's claws.
She raised her bat just as another one of the monsters charged toward her, swinging it with all her strength, but the creature was too fast. It dodged her swing and lunged at her again, its razor-sharp teeth bared. Dove ducked, barely missing the swipe of its claws, and spun on her heel, sprinting toward the bus as fast as she could.
Behind her, she could hear the thud of footsteps, the snarls of the creatures as they closed in. The fog clung to her, making it harder to see, harder to think, but she pushed through, her pulse pounding in her ears. She swung her bat again as another creature appeared in her path, hitting it square in the chest.
Ahead of her, Steve had already made it back, his body diving through the door. Dove's chest tightened as she ran for her life, the sound of the creatures growing louder behind her. Her legs burned with exertion, but she couldn't stop—wouldn't stop.
With one final burst of energy, Dove threw herself toward the bus, her body hurtling through the air just as one of the monsters lunged at her from behind. She crashed through the door, and Steve's arms were suddenly around her, yanking her inside. The bus door slammed shut behind them, and the creatures' snarls echoed outside as they slammed into the metal walls, unable to reach their prey.
Breathless and trembling, they collapsed onto the floor, Dove's heart racing. Steve was still holding her, his arms wrapped tightly around her shoulders. For a moment, they just sat there, the adrenaline coursing through them both as they tried to catch their breath.
Dove's breath was still heavy, her heart racing from the adrenaline of the battle, but there was no time to rest. She pulled herself out of Steve's grip, her body still trembling from the close call. Without a word, she grabbed a piece of tin lying on the floor and dragged it to the door, her hands shaking as she propped it against the entrance. The creatures outside were relentless, their snarls echoing through the metal walls of the bus as they slammed their bodies against the barricades, trying to break through.
Dove braced her feet against the door, pushing with all her strength to keep the tin in place as the monsters outside hammered against it. Each hit sent a shockwave through her body, the force of their attacks growing stronger with every passing second. Her muscles burned, but she held on, refusing to give in.
Suddenly, one of the creatures managed to wedge its arm through a gap in the barricade. Its grotesque, clawed hand swiped violently at Dove, the sharp nails slicing through the air just inches from her face. She gasped, instinctively pulling back, but before the creature could land a hit, Steve was there.
With a powerful swing, Steve brought his bat down hard on the monster's arm, the nails digging into its flesh. The creature let out a pained shriek, recoiling as it retreated from the bus door, its arm disappearing back into the fog.
"Thanks," Dove muttered, her breath coming in short bursts, but Steve barely had time to nod before another thud echoed from the side of the bus.
Dustin, who had been clutching his walkie-talkie, froze. "Someone answer me! We're going to die at the old junkyard!" he yelled into the device, his voice shaking with panic. He was desperately trying to get help, but the only response was static.
Before he could try again, a piercing screech sounded from the side of the bus. Dustin's eyes widened in horror as one of the creature's claws tore through the wall next to him, slicing through the metal like it was paper. He stumbled backward, his hand shaking as he dropped the walkie-talkie.
"Dustin!" Dove shouted, her eyes darting toward her brother, but before she could move, a loud bang from above made everyone freeze.
The sound of heavy footsteps thudded across the roof of the bus, slow and deliberate. Something was up there—one of the creatures, creeping toward the open hatch. Dove's pulse quickened, and her eyes shot to the ceiling as the pounding footsteps grew louder.
Max, who was sitting at the bottom of the ladder leading to the roof, suddenly let out a blood-curdling scream.
Steve moved before anyone else, his bat already raised as he rushed toward the back of the bus, his eyes locked on the hatch. He reached it just as the creature's clawed hand appeared at the opening, its massive, grotesque form looming above them. Steve's grip tightened on the bat, ready to strike, when suddenly, a faint, distant sound reached their ears.
It was a call—barely audible, but unmistakable. It came from somewhere deep in the woods, carried on the wind, soft and far away.
For a moment, everything stopped. The creatures outside fell silent, their snarling and growling suddenly cut off as if someone had flipped a switch. The heavy footsteps on the roof stilled, and the monster hesitated, its head snapping toward the direction of the sound.
Dove's heart raced, her mind struggling to process what was glanced at Steve, who lowered his bat slightly, his face filled with the same confusion she felt.
Without waiting for anyone else, Dove moved to the door, her body tense as she slowly peeled the tin away. She hesitated for a moment, her fingers trembling, before pushing the door open and stepping outside into the cold night air.
The fog swirled around her feet as she stepped into the open, the chill of the night biting at her skin. Her eyes scanned the area, heart pounding, as she watched the creatures. One by one, they retreated, their massive forms slinking back into the mist, moving silently as if responding to the distant call.
Dove stood frozen, her breath visible in the cool air as she watched them disappear into the fog, her mind racing with questions. The danger had passed for now, but the eerie stillness that followed only left her with more unease.
"What happened?" Lucas asked as he exited the bus behind Steve.
"They're going somewhere." Steve said.
"So, what do we do now?" Max asked.
The group walked down the railroad tracks, their footsteps crunching softly on the gravel as they headed toward Steve's car. The fog had lifted slightly, but the chill of the night still clung to the air. The adrenaline from the junkyard fight was wearing off, leaving an uncomfortable tension in its place.
Dustin and Lucas were walking ahead of the group, their voices raised as they bickered back and forth.
"You're positive that was Dart?" Lucas asked, his tone skeptical.
Dustin nodded, not missing a beat. "Yes. He had the same exact yellow pattern on his butt."
Max, walking beside Lucas, glanced at Dustin with a raised eyebrow. "He was tiny two days ago," she said, her voice filled with doubt.
"Well, he's molted three times already," Dustin shot back defensively.
"Malted?" Steve chimed in from behind, confused.
Dove, walking beside him, sighed. "Molted," she corrected, her voice soft but irritated.
Dustin explained, "Shed his skin to make room for growth. Like hornworms."
Max's eyes narrowed. "Well, when's he gonna molt again?"
"It's gotta be soon," Dustin replied, his voice tense. "When he does, he'll be fully grown, or close to it. And so will his friends."
Steve let out a frustrated breath, running a hand through his hair. "Yeah, and he's gonna eat a lot more than just cats."
Lucas's head snapped toward Dustin, his eyes wide with realization. "Wait, a cat?" His voice rose in disbelief. "Dart ate a cat?"
Dustin froze, his eyes darting to Steve. "No, what? No," Dustin muttered, trying to backtrack.
Steve blinked at him in disbelief. "What are you talking about? He ate Mews."
There was a split second of silence before Lucas's face twisted in anger. "I knew it! You kept him!" he shouted, his voice loud and filled with accusation.
"No!" Dustin yelled back, his frustration boiling over. "No, no, I—no, I... He missed me! He wanted to come home!"
"Bullshit!" Lucas snapped. "You put the party in jeopardy! You broke the rule of law!"
Dustin's fists clenched, his knuckles turning white as his temper flared. "So did you!" he shouted, his voice shaking with anger. "You told a stranger the truth!" He swung the flashlight up, shining it directly in Max's face.
Max flinched, stepping back from the sudden glare of the light. "A stranger?" she yelled, shoving the flashlight out of her face.
The argument escalated quickly, both boys throwing accusations back and forth, their voices rising into the night. Steve and Dove exchanged a glance, both of them growing weary of the endless bickering.
"Will you two cut it out?" Steve muttered, but his voice trailed off as something else caught his attention.
Dove walked beside him, her brow furrowed as she listened to the boys argue. But then, something shifted in the air. A faint noise, barely audible at first, echoed in the distance. It was soft, almost like a distant growl, and it sent a shiver down Dove's spine.
Steve stopped, his hand tightening around the flashlight as he scanned the area. "Did you hear that?" he asked, his voice low and tense.
Dove didn't answer at first, but she nodded, her eyes narrowing as she focused on the distant noise. She started to walk up the hill, her legs moving before her brain could catch up.
Steve followed her, the others still arguing in the background, unaware of the shift in the air. As Dove reached the top of the hill, her breath caught in her throat.
The lab was far off in the distance, barely visible through the haze. But they didn't need to see it—the sound was unmistakable. The distant, haunting growls of the creatures carried through the night air, growing fainter with each second as they retreated toward the lab.
Steve stopped beside her, his flashlight held steady as he listened to the eerie sounds. The snarls and growls were faint, but unmistakable. The creatures were returning to the lab, as if something had drawn them back.
Without a second thought, Dove sprinted down the hill, her heart racing as she moved toward the lab. Her boots thudded against the dirt, and her breath came in quick, sharp bursts. She couldn't shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong, that there could be people inside the lab who needed help.
"What the hell are you doing?" Steve shouted from behind her, his voice laced with concern and frustration as he saw her rushing ahead.
"There could be people there!" Dove yelled back over her shoulder, her determination clear. "They might need help!"
Steve cursed under his breath, his hand tightening around the bat in his grip as he started after her. "Dove, wait!" he called, but she didn't stop. He glanced at the kids, and with a resigned sigh, he motioned for them to follow. "Come on!"
The trio of younger kids exchanged nervous glances before hurrying to catch up with Steve and Dove. Their footsteps echoed through the night as they ran after her, the eerie quiet of the area making every sound seem louder.
They kept moving, their pace quickening as they drew closer to the lab. The fence surrounding the facility came into view, the towering structure looming ominously in the darkness. Dove slowed her pace slightly as she reached the edge of the fence, her eyes scanning the area. The faint glow of the lab's lights illuminated the perimeter, casting long, eerie shadows across the ground.
But then, without warning, all the lights went out.
The darkness was sudden and absolute, swallowing the landscape in an instant. The only source of light came from their flashlights. Dove's heart skipped a beat as she glanced back at the others, their faces barely visible in the dim light.
"What the hell?" Dustin whispered, his voice shaking.
"Keep moving," Dove said quietly, her voice more steady than she felt. "We're almost there."
They continued forward, the weight of the darkened lab pressing down on them like a heavy cloud. Every step felt more ominous, the silence around them almost deafening. As they neared the front gate, the lab loomed ahead of them—silent, foreboding.
Dove's breath caught in her throat as her eyes landed on two figures standing near the gate. It took a moment for her to recognize them, but when she did, relief washed over her.
"Nancy?" she called out, her voice cutting through the darkness.
Nancy Wheeler's head snapped up, her face pale but determined. Jonathan Byers stood beside her, his hands gripping the gate as they both turned toward the group.
"Dove?" Nancy's voice was filled with surprise, but there was no time for a reunion.
"What are you doing here?" Steve asked, his eyes wide with confusion as he looked between Nancy and Jonathan. The tension in the air was palpable, the weight of the darkened lab behind them looming large.
Nancy shook her head, glancing quickly between Steve and Dove. "We're looking for Mike and Will," she said, her voice tight with urgency.
Dustin stepped forward, his expression full of worry. "They're not in there, are they?" he asked, dread creeping into his voice.
"We're not sure," Nancy replied, her eyes flicking toward the lab.
Jonathan spoke up, his brow furrowed in confusion. "Why?"
His question was answered when a monstrous screech cut through the air, echoing from deep within the lab. The sound was inhuman, chilling, and every single person froze, their heads snapping toward the building. The lab's lights flickered back on, bathing the facility in a harsh, sterile glow. The screeching continued, sending a cold wave of fear through the group.
Jonathan rushed toward the small security box next to the gate, his hands fumbling as he hit the button to open the gate. Nothing happened. He hit it again, harder this time, but still no response. "Come on, come on!" Jonathan muttered in frustration, slamming his hand into the button.
Dustin, eyes wide with panic, rushed up beside him. "Move!" he said, pushing Jonathan aside. He started hammering the button, pressing it faster and faster as if sheer speed would force it to work. For a brief, agonizing moment, nothing happened.
Then, with a soft click, the gate shuddered and began to slide open.
"Yes!" Dustin exclaimed, relief flooding his face. "I did it!"
Gunshots echoed from inside the lab, sharp and loud, cutting through the night. Jonathan and Nancy didn't hesitate—they jumped into his car and sped up the driveway toward the lab.
The rest of the group stood frozen for a moment, unsure of what to do. The noise from inside the lab was getting louder, more frantic.
Suddenly, headlights appeared in the distance, growing larger as two vehicles barreled down the driveway toward them. The first car sped past—Jonathan's—but the second, a familiar truck, screeched to a halt beside them.
Sheriff Hopper leaned out of the window, his face set in a grim expression. "Get in!" he barked, his eyes scanning the group quickly.
Without hesitation, they scrambled into the truck. Steve and Dove squeezed into the front seat beside Hopper, while the kids piled into the back. The moment the doors slammed shut, Hopper hit the gas, the tires screeching as they sped off, leaving the chaos of the lab behind them.
Once they arrived at the Byers' house, Hopper and the others carried an unconscious Will inside. They carefully laid him on the couch, and Joyce immediately knelt beside him, her face pale with worry. She checked him over, relief flooding her features when she realized he was still breathing, but unconscious.
Joyce, too overwhelmed with emotion, retreated into Will's bedroom to collect herself, leaving the others in the living room. Hopper quickly picked up the phone, moving into the kitchen to make an urgent call, his voice low but tense. Jonathan, visibly shaken, knelt beside his brother, gently talking to him even though Will couldn't hear him. Nancy stood behind Jonathan, her hand resting on his shoulder, offering silent comfort.
Dove stood off to the side, watching the scene unfold. Her gaze shifted to Steve, who was standing a few feet away, his expression tense as he watched Nancy with Jonathan. There was a sadness in his eyes, something deeper than just concern for the situation.
After a moment, Steve turned and quietly walked away, heading toward the hallway. Dove hesitated for a second, glancing between Steve and the others, before making her decision. She followed him.
The hallway was dimly lit, the noise from the living room fading behind them. Dove found Steve in the bathroom, leaning over the sink, his hands gripping the edges as he stared at his reflection in the mirror.
"Steve," Dove said softly, stepping into the room. "You okay?"
Steve let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head. "I don't know, Dove." He sighed, his voice tight with frustration. "Nancy's with Jonathan. She doesn't want me anymore, and.. I don't know, maybe she never did. I just—I don't know what I'm supposed to do."
Dove stepped closer, her heart aching for him. "Sometimes people just.. want different things."
Steve looked up at her, his expression pained. "But I tried, Dove. Ireallytried. And it still wasn't enough. What does that say about me?"
"It says you care," Dove replied gently. "And that's not a bad thing. You did everything you could, but sometimes.. it's not about you."
Steve let out another sigh, leaning against the sink, his hands gripping the edges. "I just.. I feel like an idiot. I mean, I told Dustin all that dumb stuff about girls, pretending not to care—what the hell was I thinking?"
Dove smiled softly, shaking her head. "Yeah, that was pretty stupid. But you were just trying to help."
Steve chuckled softly, his lips quirking up slightly. "Yeah, help him become a moron like me."
"You're not a moron," Dove said, stepping closer. "I mean, what you said about girls liking it when you pretend not to care? That's bullshit."
Steve laughed quietly, the tension easing a little. "Yeah, I know. I guess I was just.. I don't know, trying to make sense of everything."
Dove shrugged. "You don't have to pretend to be someone you're not, Steve."
For a moment, Steve didn't say anything. He just looked at her, his expression softening. Dove could see the conflict in his eyes, the way he was still holding onto his feelings for Nancy, but also something else—something that hadn't fully surfaced yet.
Without thinking, Dove stepped forward and wrapped her arms around him. "You're gonna be okay, Steve."
Steve hesitated for a second, clearly surprised, but then he relaxed into her embrace, his arms wrapping around her in return. They stood like that for a while, the weight of the world easing, even if just for a moment.
When Dove finally pulled back, she gave him a small, reassuring smile. But before she could say anything, Steve leaned in and kissed her.
It was soft at first, hesitant, like he wasn't sure if he should have done it. Dove's mind raced, her heart pounding in her chest as she froze for a moment, caught off guard by the sudden kiss. Instinctively, she pulled away, her thoughts swirling in confusion.
"I'm sorry," Steve stammered, stepping back, his voice rushed and full of regret. "I shouldn't have—I just—"
But before he could finish, Dove surged forward, grabbing him by the collar and pulling him into a desperate, hungry kiss. This time, there was no hesitation. The kiss was fierce, electric—like everything they had been holding back suddenly ignited, all at once. Steve's arms wrapped around her waist tightly, pulling her closer until there was no space between them.
Their breaths came in sharp, ragged bursts as they clung to each other, the intensity of the moment crackling in the air around them. Dove's hands threaded through Steve's hair, tugging him closer, refusing to let go. Steve responded in kind, his grip on her tightening as the kiss deepened, every unspoken word, every hidden emotion crashing into them like a tidal wave.
It wasn't gentle—it was raw, filled with the confusion, the pain, the longing that had built up between them. It was like they had been holding onto this for too long, and now, there was no stopping it.
For that moment, nothing else mattered. The chaos outside, the heartbreak, the fear—it all disappeared, leaving only them. The kiss was everything they hadn't been able to say, everything they hadn't realized they wanted.
When they finally pulled apart, both of them were breathless, their foreheads resting against each other's as they tried to catch their breath. Dove's heart raced, her chest heaving, and she could see the same electric charge in Steve's eyes.
Neither of them spoke, but they didn't need to. The kiss had said it all.
