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There beneath the overhead streetlight had been the first time he’d seen Rogue’s facial expression change from cold to slightly confused.

It seemed like the most natural thing in the world to slide his arms around the bulky assassin’s neck, so he did.

Rogue pressed his forehead to his. The man had a way of doing that, just quietly pressing them together. Wrath waited for Rogue to make a move, but after several moments, Rogue shoved him away.

He was left on the sidewalk watching Rogue’s big back disappear.

“Wewillhave our day,” he murmured and continued to his truck.

It had continued like that for the next year. Rogue would find him on jobs and sometimes, not all the time, but sometimes, he’d do the forehead press thing. Once, Wrath had moved in to press their lips together, but Rogue had dodged him.

Maybe that was why the kiss in the hospital had shocked the hell out of him. Their first real fucking kiss and then last night had been out of this world.

He smiled remembering how over time, Rogue’s eyes had gone from cold gray to a storm cloud color.

Much like the clouds filling today’s morning.

Seagulls fought over something on the sand, and he swept his gaze up and down the deserted beach.

A light drizzle began, and he shoved to his feet. He needed to kill time until he could see Rogue again.

“You might as well sell your place and move in here,” Justice said, opening the door at his knock.

“I need my privacy,” he said with a grin and stepped inside and out of the rain.

He shot Rogue a text message saying good morning and that he was over at Justice and Fisher’s place, but he assured the man he would be home around dusk.

Wrath tucked his phone away and Justice led him to the kitchen.

It was early yet, but Fisher was already cooking. Bacon smell drifted in the air and eggs were piled high. Fisher tossed a smile over his shoulder and turned back to another frying pan on the stove.

“Whatcha making?” Wrath asked, moving closer.

“It’s pancakes, please tell me it’s pancakes,” Echo said, coming down the hallway with Ice in tow.

“You guys live here?” Wrath snickered and stole a piece of bacon.

Fisher smacked at his hand with the spatula, but Wrath was too quick.

“Nah, we just had a poker game that went late last night,” Ice said, roaming over and pouring two cups of hot coffee before handing Echo one of them.

“It’s a good thing your place has room to spare,” Wrath told his brother.

Justice snorted. “There aren’t any spare rooms at the moment.”

“Who else stayed?” Wrath tried for another bacon, but Fisher snagged the plate out of reach and glared at him.

“Don’t piss off my man,” Justice advised him and handed him a freshly poured coffee instead.

“Fisher likes me,” Wrath said.

“In your dreams,” Fisher smirked and rolled his eyes.

“Don’t worry, Wrath,” Stone said, coming from the hallway. “I like ya.”

“Oh, well, that’s comforting.” Wrath gazed past Stone to see if Dave would follow, but the hallway stayed empty.

Justice opened the back sliding door to the large, covered patio and followed his brother outside. Stone came with them, and they sat around one of the metal patio tables.

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