He blinked, left a bit breathless and disoriented by her kiss, and the loss of her afterward. He could still feel her, a distant echo, her excitement and anticipation ringing out clearly through the Force, and as he stood, he was unable to suppress his smile.

Instead of dumping the sandwich in the garbage, he polished it off quickly as he went about preparing another. Her knock came just as he slid the perfectly grilled sandwich onto a plate.

"Come in," he called, opening the lock with an easy, if indulgent, flex of his mind.