Claire

I was laying my head on Rogue’s chest, eyes closed and breathing calmed down. I could think, but in all honesty, I didn’t want to.

“Claire?”

I sighed because obviously, Rogue had different ideas.

It would have been fine if we’d just let things go as they were. I’d do my best to make sure it didn’t happen again, but that would just be an awkward thing to ask for when we were still naked and entwined together on my bed.

“Are you pretending to be asleep?” he asked after I didn’t answer for a long time.

“I’m not pretending or anything,” I murmured. “What is it?”

Guilt had already started to settle in for me. I had come home, early at that, with a clear objective. And yet, it was so simply thrown out the window so easily that I felt a bit ashamed of myself. Maybe it was because we’d already been together before, and it was only a day or two ago, so my mind and body still remembered his touch and how good it felt. But I had no self-control around him.

So then, didn’t that mean, no matter wh