This - not just this moment, but nearly every one he shared with her lately - felt like a game of chicken, Steve thought. He knew the instant her hands were around his neck that he'd gotten in over his head. He hadn't really meant for it to go anywhere, had he? Or had he just not expected her to take the bait? He couldn't back off now, though. He'd started it this time, so he needed to finish it, one way or another.
The most difficult part to wrap his head around was that he didn't want to. Sharon was supposed to be off-limits. The woman in front of him - in his arms, he reminded himself - wasn't from his world, but she was still family, and her relationship with her Steve complicated things further. Steve had tucked her away in a little box a long time ago, somewhere safe. And now... Steve couldn't figure out what they were doing.
Maybe he could figure it out later.
Steve smiled and eased his hands around to the small of her back. "I'm not going to back down." He knew she wouldn't either, so he leaned in and kissed her. It wasn't like when Natasha kissed him in the mall: this was a different kind of choice, and Steve felt it.
He only pulled away when the elevator chimed for their floor. "Well?"