“That’s alright,” Rey assures him softly, stroking the pad of her thumb gently along the curve of his cheek before resting her hand against his jaw. “If someone gets to see it, I’m glad it’s me.”

It occurs to her that they’re still just barely inside of the ship, and she huffs out an amused laugh as her hand slides down the side of his neck to rest in the juncture of his shoulder.

“I— “ She tucks her face against his chest again, pressing a warm cheek just below his collarbone as she curls her arm tightly around his waist. “It’s very unfair of this place, I think, to make me forget my only kiss.”

For some reason that she cannot seem to put a name to, she wants him to know.