Visceral (adj.): 2. emotional: showing basic emotions
Rogue watched him throwing his scarred leather uniform into the bin for repair or recycling or whatever it was that happened to them. She’d never really thought about it. When she peeled her own uniform off, she still had a thin coverlet underneath, a final protection against accidentally exposing someone to her powers. She’d also picked up a serious case of body modesty, thinking of her flesh as a weapon for so long. She looked across the locker room as she slid the damp leather down over her calves.
He’s watching me, she thought with a thrill. I know that look. He’s trying to pretend he’s not thinking about a woman. Me! I’m the woman.
Against her will she laughed, a low chuckle that none but he could have possibly heard. Sure enough, when she looked again, he was staring openly, one eyebrow arched.
It made things happen inside her, not just a sexual response, but an emotional one. Her stomach fluttered with butterflies, and she could feel her heart racing.
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