She's a siren, he thinks. God help him, but Rogue is his own personal siren. Even when he knows better, even though he knows he should stay away, keep his hands--and his thoughts--to himself, he still reaches, still steps closer to the car and the woman and lets her have his hand.
And his smile widens into something easy, something that feels familiar. "Dat so?"
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