Rey shivers as she finds himself tucked under his body. If this were anyone else, she would absolutely hate feeling pinned down like this, but Ben isn’t anyone. He’s everyone. He’s everything.

His face presses against her skin and she tips her head back, letting out a soft groan as she slides her hands up under his sweater. His skin is still cold from being outside and she pulls him closer to her warmth, letting her hands traverse over his soft skin, pulled tight over thick muscle.

“Ben.” She can’t help but to breath his name, and she draws her knees up to frame his hips. His weight presses her into the mattress and her breath hitches as their chests connect. His plush lips brush over her pulse and she shivers, digging her fingertips into the dip just under his shoulder blade. “Ben..”