Logan liked the woman Rogue was becoming, but some days he missed the sweet girl she'd been—throwing her arms around him innocently like he was a good person, bringing him a cup of coffee when she plunked beside him with tea, kissing his cheek so feathersoft and brief that she didn't absorb him.
She was dangerous, deadly with a touch, and now he loved to watch her own her skin and power, taking the gloves off when fighting got dirty, but still…
"Logan. It's past midnight."
She tiptoed in to sit beside him and passed him coffee.