Bad move, Rogue. Of all the phrases she could have used, she had to go with that? Usually that was a death sentence for relationships, and that wasn't at all what she was intending. The realization that that was probably what he was thinking made her feel sick.

"Steve, I'm sorry, that's not what I meant," she said quickly, letting him guide her but still looking back at him. "I don't want-- We're not-- We're okay, sugar, we just need to talk about all of this. I promise, I'm not running." She couldn't deny that the the thought had crossed her mind earlier in that initial panic, but she had moved past that and there would be no running. Not now. Not this time.