She had a sunburn.
Rogue smiled with delight, stretching her arms out to stare at reddened skin. It hurt, but it was still wonderful. Being at the beach had been wonderful, the sea breeze against her bare arms had been wonderful, the sand against her feet, the wet spots left on her bikini by the surf--everything had been wonderful.
Best of all, though, had been the arms that had wrapped around her, the naked torso that had been pressed against hers, the hot flesh that had been a sharp contrast to the cold water, the feeling of his touch.
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Date: March 26, 2004.