Okay, so Rogue may have enjoyed herself a little too much with the kiss. It was just such a thrill to be able to kiss someone at all, and for it to be Steve made it even more of a rush. In hindsight, she would admit that she'd perhaps pushed things a little, but in the moment she threw caution to the wind.

She was gasping as well when Steve pulled away, looking more than a bit like the cat that just ate the canary, and it was oh so tempting to swoop back in for more. But he set his head on her shoulder and her immediate reaction was to smooth her fingers through his hair, waiting for him to catch his breath.

Oh, Steve. It took every bit of willpower not to burst out laughing at his words, but her shoulders still shook with the effort, and she knew he'd be able to hear the strangled giggles from how close he was to her. Part of her felt completely terrible for being the cause of his problem, but the rest of her was entirely too pleased about it. "I'm sorry, sugar," she managed to squeeze out between those giggles. "I promise I won't do it in public."

Lots of wiggle room in that promise, just like the one she'd given him on Sunday. The future would hold all sorts of possibilities for them, after all.