Rey can hear Ben take a breath as she keeps her head pillowed in the sleeves, and she thinks about how, such a short time ago, she would never let her guard down around him like this. The vulnerable nape of her neck is exposed, and even when she hears the scrape of something moving across the table, she doesn’t move.
She isn’t afraid of him. She’s afraid of what she feels for him, but not of him. Not anymore.
At the sound of his voice, she lifts her head and looks down at the little white pods, giving him a skeptical look before she opens one and dumps it into the drink. She watches the color turn lighter, and then picks it up and takes a sip. It’s still bitter, but it does taste better.
Ben is drinking it plain, which doesn’t really surprise her. Of course he isn’t the type to indulge in small comforts. After taking another sip, she reaches for a sugar packet and holds it out for him to take. “It’s okay to have something sweet.”
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Rey can hear Ben take a breath as she keeps her head pillowed in the sleeves, and she thinks about how, such a short time ago, she would never let her guard down around him like this. The vulnerable nape of her neck is exposed, and even when she hears the scrape of something moving across the table, she doesn’t move.
She isn’t afraid of him. She’s afraid of what she feels for him, but not of him. Not anymore.
At the sound of his voice, she lifts her head and looks down at the little white pods, giving him a skeptical look before she opens one and dumps it into the drink. She watches the color turn lighter, and then picks it up and takes a sip. It’s still bitter, but it does taste better.
Ben is drinking it plain, which doesn’t really surprise her. Of course he isn’t the type to indulge in small comforts. After taking another sip, she reaches for a sugar packet and holds it out for him to take. “It’s okay to have something sweet.”