All Yours

Brianna’s POV I woke up the next day alone in bed again. Though there’s a note on the bedside table saying Rogue is just in the next room. I can hear something like punching or what from the next room so I’m expecting him to be boxing, punching a punching bag. But when I opened the door, my lips parted after what I saw. There’s indeed a punching bag and he’s indeed punching it, but there’s a boxing ring behind him. Rogue was topless. His hair was tied in a top knot and he has fabrics covering his knuckles, not boxing gloves. I swallowed hard when my eyes wandered all over his topless body. Stomach with muscles in right places, strong and clenching muscles on his arms. His adams apple moving and his chest moving heavily as he continued punching the bag in front of him, completely oblivious to my presence. Can I just…watch him like this all day? I sucked my breath. Did I become a pervert? I shook my head and mentally smacked myself. What am I even thinking? “Mornin’” I flinched and sucke