“I do have two mugs! They were already in there when I got here,” she admits, forgetting all about the tea for a moment when he draws her in close. It feels a little like there is fire in her veins and being touched by him is the only thing that soothes it.

It can’t last forever, she assumes, but she is happy to enjoy it while it does.

Rey presses up onto her toes to give him another kiss, and this one is softer than the others. Their mouths stay pressed together, warm and lingering, and she doesn’t pull away until the kettle starts to whistle. Her cheeks are pink when she does, and she turns to pull two plain white mugs from the cupboard.

“Here you go,” she says, filling them both with water and selecting another tea bag for herself. Once it’s steeping, she carries her mug down to set it on the coffee table, gesturing for him to follow. “Come sit.”