“I can’t,” Rogue whispers, turning her face away from you. She’d been so close to kissing you and it makes her sick. What if something had happened to you? It’d be her fault.

She needs to remember what she can do. Otherwise you’ll end up hurt—or worse.

Rogue stands up from the couch. “I should go to bed now,” she says, despite literally sharing a room. Your beds are on opposite walls. “Night.” She doesn’t wait to see your reaction.

A coward’s way out.