It's usually his fault.
But she laughs outright when he tells her his idea of a first date—the kind that doesn't end in a tumble with a stranger.
"A motorcycle ride!"
"Oui," he replies drily, then leans back with a sigh. “Maybe watch the sunset. Never did that with a femme. Never wanted to…”
Rogue and Remy haven't had a first date. They just...happened.
She sobers suddenly and slides herself into his lap, her eyes darkening with secrets.
(And he thought this talk would be innocent?)
"I'd go dancing."