Chapter 62: Protection Part 3

"Fallon, wake up."

"Hmm..."

Reid's over me, wiping a curl from my face. He leans in and softly presses his lips to my right eye, mumbling into my skin. "Jothkore and Sampson are outside."

"Okay..."

"I wish you could stay here... in my bed," he trails his lips down my cheek, toward my lips. "What's the point of being Rox if I can't order it?"

"But..." I laugh, almost succumbing to the fire he's lighting, "...I'm not a Rogue."

He moves his mouth lower, onto my neck. "I could still make you stay..."

"Oh, no you don't," I slip out of the bed before he's able to make good on the threat. I glance in his mirror and pull my hair back in a ponytail of messy brown curls. I turn to Reid for approval but he merely watches.

"All right," he climbs out of the bed, gesturing to the door with a sigh, "go if you must."