They’ve kissed before, but to Rey it was only a memory. This is visceral and real, and something altogether different than that kiss on Exegol. It’s a completely new type of desperation, and she lets out a ragged breath against his plush mouth, feeling completely overcome as his hand presses to her skin.

Her legs meet the bed and she crawls back onto it, tugging on his sweater before letting herself fall back onto the mattress. Ben looms over her and she grins up at him, hair fanned our across the pillow as she reaches for him.

“Your shirt is inside out,” she tells him, feeling another flare of warmth in her belly. “Come here.”