Assumptions

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I tried to reach over to shut my alarm off. Rogue pulled me back with a whine.

"I have to turn off the alarm." I muttered.

His grip loosened enough for me to shut it off. But he instantly pulled me back to him.

"We have to get up."

"Can we please skip." He whispered.

"No skipping until we've been there for at least a week."

He let me sit up before doing the same.

Pulling me into his lap, he rested his head on my shoulder.

"Their loud again." He murmered.

"The voices?"

He nodded starting to tremble.

I let him hold me for a few more minutes.

"Are you ready to get up."

He shook his head no.

"Well we have to ok? I'll sit with you downstairs." I assured him struggling out of his grip.

He pouted but nodded.

"I'm stealing another one of your sweatshirts." I informed him walking into his closet.

I didn't bother closing the doors stripping down to my boxers. I could basicly feel Rogues eyes tracing me.

"Are you being a perv?" I asked stepping into some pants.

"I was enjoying the view!" He complained.

So that pretty much answered my question.

I walked out still shirtless giving him a playfull glare. He openly stared and I chuckled.

"Your gonna have to pay for a full show." I joked.

"Whats your stripper name? I'll find you on Instagram." He joked back.

"It's dirty paws." I said with a straight face.

We both laughed after a few moments though.

"So what's a show like?" He asked.

I rolled my eyes with a smirk, "Something like this."

I put my hands behind my head rolling my hips slightly before reaching down to touch my shows.

Rogues face was bright red.

"You can stop now." He squeaked.

My face broke out into a grin, "Good to know I turn you on."

"Shut up!" He shouted throwing a pillow at me.

I only winked before grabbing my shirt from the closet and pulling it on. Making sure to grab one of his sweatshirts, I walked out of his room blowing him a kiss.

"What does turning somebody on mean?"

Jumping about a foot in the air  I realized Lance had been standing outside Rogues door.

"It means make them happy!" I said quickly.

"Oooh." He nodded before walking with me down the stairs.

I sat next to Jessie at the table.

Everybody else exlcuding Rogue was already sitting down with some cereal.

Rogue came down a few moments later taking a seat next to me.

Lance seemed to remember something after seeing Rogue.

"Did you know that Boones stripper name is Dirty paws?" He asked.

Everybody at the table silenced.

I put my face in my hands.

"And Boone turns Rogue on!" He added.

Rogue let his head fall onto the table with a thump.

Jacob was shaking with silent laughter, tears in his eyes.

Jessie was smirking.

Milah just sighed before standing up, "Can Rogue and Boone see me in the kitchen?"

"No." Rogue mumbled.

"Sorry I meant, Rogue and Boone see me in the kitchen." She repeated more sternly.

We both slowly got up and followed her into the kitchen.

"First of all, Boone please tell me you aren't a stripper." Milah sighed.

"I promise I am not an underage stripper." I said trying not to smirk.

"And you can't be saying stuff like that to Lance." She scolded "You know he repeats things."

"He stands outside my door listening to us!" Rogue argued.

Milah sighed again, "Alright I'll talk to him, go finish your breakfast."

We decided on going to the living room instead. As soon as we got in there,  we bursted out laughing.

And it felt good to laugh. 

Exspecially to see Rogue laugh.

His smiling face made my heart beat faster than usual.

Was I..

Falling in love with Rogue?

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