"Go back to sleep," he said.

But she couldn't. Her thoughts could have easily kept her awake the entire night if it wasn't for the hot bantha milk she asked to be delivered at Kylo's chambers.

Everything had changed so fast. She conveniently took Kylo's offer to rule the galaxy, on the condition he wouldn't try to form an empire for himself. He agreed, but she had the unpleasant feeling he did it just to keep her by his side. With the Resistance struggling to keep up with the fight, she needed to take advantage of Kylo's current position at the First Order.

She was constantly thinking about the Resistance—about Finn, Chewie, Leia, everyone she met there. She couldn't help but see them as the family she never had. She also had constant thoughts of running away to meet them, such thoughts were bothering her that night.

It was just mere luck Kylo didn't sense her feelings at that moment, he was tired and didn't even bother to face her when he was awaken by some droid at the door delivering hot bantha milk.

Kylo knew she had trouble sleeping, she always did. Sometimes they were nightmares and he knew what they were about—her friends at the Resistance and her past. It was always the same story so it didn't surprise him anymore she was awake at this hour.

He wanted her. From the moment he fought her in the middle of the woods and saw how strong she was with the Force yet untrained. Somehow, he felt a direct connection to Rey after that encounter, he just didn't know how strong that connection was until they both discovered they could communicate through the Force.

He had let down his guard, Kylo still didn't know if he regretted that or not. He allowed her to see the real, conflicted boy—no, man—conflicted man he was. And so, his feelings for her intensified. It wasn't just curiosity now, he wanted to get to know her and be her master, teach her everything he knew about the Force. Even a strong, burning desire for her had developed, and he knew she longed for him too.

He would have never imagined Rey would accept his hand and give herself to his teachings—it was a surprise to be sure, but a welcome one, even though he was still conflicted between the Light and the Dark Side.

A sudden deafening noise made Rey come back from her dreams. The room was still dark, but the noise that woke her up hinted it must be past midday at the Supremacy II. Kylo was gone already. She kicked the black silk sheets away and peeked through the enormous glass that gave Kylo's chambers a magnificent view to the main hangar. She saw hundreds of droids and troopers, some of them were running towards a spot just beneath the window she was staring from. Something had caused a small yet noisy explosion.

A small LEP droid suddenly burst into the room. It was one of Kylo's personal droids, now programmed to serve The Supreme Leader's apprentice. She sat on the bed while accommodating her nightdress.

"My lady, you've slept more than usual today. The Supreme Leader will be waiting for you."

"I will join him as soon as I eat something," she said—watching more LEP units enter the room with her breakfast, others attending the bed and scattered clothing.

"I would advice you to do it quickly," the droid continued. "He isn't having a great day so far."

"Well look who decided to join the living Force today!"

"I was told you were not having a great day," she said between giggles.

"Who told you that?" He turned off his lightsaber and signaled the training droids to stand down so she could enter the room.

"One of your LEP units," she took her lightsaber from her belt and ignited it.

"Some idiot droid at the hangar.." he started to explain. "Wait, you won't be needing that today." He turned the blue lightsaber off by moving two fingers. "I'm starting to get more concerned with your inability to ease your mind at night."

She looked down in shame. "You didn't look so concerned yesterday," she defied.

He held his gaze, saying nothing for a few seconds. "Sit here," he instructed.

Rey doubted for a second, she didn't want him to see inside her. "I'm sure I can meditate on this by my own."

"If you don't allow me to help you, I swear I will find a new bed to sleep on." He tried to sound playful, but she noticed there was anger in his voice. He was certainly anxious to get inside her mind.

She doubted again, but decided to put no resistance. She could always try to hide certain thoughts to him, the real problem was doing it without Kylo noticing.

He sat in front of her, took off his gloves and Rey's as well. He held one of her hands and stopped to think for half a minute before reaching out. What would he find? He knew Rey was keeping things from him, things that he was better off without knowing, probably—but the conflict inside her mind was getting worse and he couldn't help but wonder what she could be hiding deep inside her. He needed to know.

He reached out, Rey shuddered at the unpleasant feeling. Kylo saw himself through her memories, his parents were there too—he stopped at that particular memory. He saw from Rey's perspective how Han Solo's life was ended by him—she was so devastated and furious. She gave him a little hand squeeze to encourage him to move on, she could sense a rather uneasy feeling growing in the body sitting near her.

He proceeded, searching for any memory that had provoked strong emotions in her. He saw that stormtrooper from the FN Corps—oh, how he hated that man—telling Rey he couldn't stay and fight for the Resistance. A deep sadness had inundated her body when that happened and Kylo couldn't help but feel more hatred towards that man she called her friend.

Rey was starting to feel more uncomfortable as Kylo passed through memories that involved the people she met at the Resistance. Specially when she saw Leia appear in one of them and sensed how Kylo struggled to control his emotions. It wouldn't be long until he found what he wanted—how she was so conflicted by him yet still loyal to the Resistance and her friends. She started to slightly resist him, hoping it wasn't too obvious.

Kylo continued, knowing the answer to his question had to involve the Resistance. He was watching Rey introduce herself to his mother, Leia, when he was abruptly sucked into a different memory. He saw himself again at Ahch-To, touching hands for the first time with Rey.

"Stop it," he muttered, knowing she had blocked him from the previous memory.

The memory changed again, only this one was more intimate. He saw his face breaking the space between Rey's. He sensed how hungry Rey had felt as she was desperately trying to take off his clothing. This memory was from weeks ago, when they had slept together for the first time.

"Stop," he muttered again. He knew she was conveniently showing this to him.

But Rey wouldn't stop, he had discovered her dumb try at blocking him. If she had any chance of staying with him after she brought down the First Order, she could not allow the fear of betrayal cloud Kylo's mind.

The memory was so vivid Kylo felt every rush of energy that traveled through Rey's body. He knew what she was doing, but he was so pleased with Rey's point of view during this memory that he didn't insist on stopping her. He heard himself groan as Rey pulled his black hair and kissed his collarbone—he sensed the rising pleasure in her.

Rey opened her eyes as soon as he was no longer invading her mind. She waited for his reaction, hoping she had managed to distract him with such explicit memory.

"Cheat move," he said unimpressed. "I won't be getting a new bed, for now..."

"I bet it's the silk sheets," she joked.

"It's you."

She smiled and proceeded to stand up, grabbing her lightsaber to train direct combat as they had originally planed that day. Kylo would not let this go so easily, there was something she was trying so hard to hide from him. She would not tell him, but he will find out.

Oh yes, he will.