Keeping his eyes dutifully closed, Ben could feel her warmth, her amusement, her uncharacteristic nerves as she opened the door, and the faint thread of lust beneath it all.

He arched a brow, but did not open his eyes until she gave him permission.

He blinked. His mouth went dry.

"That doesn't look very practical," he deadpanned, knowing that she was the only person in any galaxy that would recognize the warmth in his eyes and the smile playing across his lips.