"Good morning, Rey," he murmured, blinking away the haze of sleep. There was a strange, in-between moment, where the bed was empty at his side, the sheets largely undisturbed, before she came back to him, real and solid as if she'd been there all along.

She drew herself against his side, her loose hair tumbling across his chest, and he felt swallowed up by her. It shocked him, even now, and he thought back on that moment between them, the very first time they're reached for one another... It seemed amusing now, that he'd been so overtaken by that point of contact, when it had only represented a fraction of what it felt like to allow her in completely.