Assumptions

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I woke up feeling strangely refreshed, and warm.

My eyes fluttered open only to be met with a pair of shut ones.

Rogue had his arms wrapped around me tightly. My face heated up instantly.

Me and Rogue Adams were cuddling.

And I would be lying if I said I didn't like it.

I shifted a little only to be pulled closer to him. He buried he face into my neck mumbling something.

I let myself melt into his touch, part of me hoped that we could just stay like this forever.

Ok all of me wished that.

But of course he just had to wake up.

So I pretended to be just waking up as well.

"Wha?..I..Oh Boone I'm sorry!" He yelped trying to jump back only to find our legs entangled.

I withdrew my legs sitting up, "It's fine!"

He tried to get up but got caught in the blankets falling over.

Right on top of me.

Our noses brushed against each other gently.

I blushed like mad as Rogue made no attempt to move away.

I let myself get lost in his unique eyes for what seemed like the millionth time.

How can one person be this beautiful?

"Can I.." he trailed off.

I could only nod to entranced to speak.

He leaned in our lips pressing against each other softly.

It felt like fireworks were going off in my chest.

I raised my hands tangling them in his already messy morning hair. He leaned down further to deepen the kiss.

I knew I needed to break away to breath.

But I couldn't bring myself to.

So Rogue pulled away instead, both of us panting for breath.

"I-"

I was cut off before I could say anything.

"Children, breakfast!"

Rogue rolled off me silently walking to his closet.

I sat up, still breathless.

He walked back out tossing me a sweatshirt.

"It gets chilly down there in the morning." He said simply pulling his own sweatshirt on.

I couldn't help but smile a little as I put on his hoodie.

Rogue walked out and I followed at his heels grinning like a fool.

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Rogue

I decided to sit next to Boone at breakfast this morning. I was internally freaking out about the kiss, but I had a pretty good poker face.

"Boone? Are you wearing Rogues sweatshirt?" Milah asked.

"No." We said in sync.

Jessie and Jacob smirked at each other.

"Is that why you were in his room this morning?" Lance asked.

"He wasn't in my room Lance, your imagining things." I said quietly picking at my food.

"Nuh uh! I saw him walk out with you!" He argued.

"Ok fine, he came in to borrow a sweatshirt cause all of his are in the wash." I lied smoothly.

Milah rolled her eyes but smiled a little as she continued her breakfast.

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