[It's possible that Sam's brain actually whites out for a second or two with that invitation. He'd be lying if he hadn't imagined climbing in there and making his feelings known when he'd heard the shower running, but despite his libido and how much he wants to say god yes right now, he takes a breath to steady himself.]

I really do, let me start with that, in fact the hell with breakfast, but.

[His fingers cup Steve's impossible jaw and he skates his thumb along Steve's cheek.]

I'm not about doing anything until you're ready. Don't get me wrong, I would like nothing more than getting my hands on you. But you don't need to rush anything because you think you kept me waiting. I kept you waiting just as long. ...how long ago should you have done that, by the way?