Rogue knew when Victoria told her gleefully that Logan would take great pleasure in making her scream for terrifying him, it would not be sexual. Now, though, she was wishing that threat had been as sensual as it sounded.
Because the bastard was making her skydive.
Now, Rogue isn’t scared of heights, per se, but jumping out of a plane at however many miles can terrify anyone. So, here she was, strapped to his chest, his arm around her waist, falling at light speed, and she was screaming like a baby.
Her only solace was that his supersensitive hearing was giving him an earful, and he knew what he was doing. Damn him anyway.
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Author's Chapter Notes:
Someone said the previous chapter was a little creepy. Um, sorry?