Rogue was still asleep when Todd came knocking, and it took a few moments for her to realize what was happening. She'd been up for hours after he'd left the night before, first winding down from the slight high of the enzyme, and then alternately thinking over everything and remembering the way his hands had felt on her skin. When he'd held her face...

She rolled her off and stumbled to the door, running a hand through her sleep-messed hair and straightening the blue pajamas she wore. He got a smile when the door opened, though it would have been even bigger if he'd had a cup of coffee in his hand. Maybe in a perfect world.

"Come on in," she told him before moving to sit on the edge of the bed again. "I assume you want to try again." She certainly did.