Leia ran into her room in the rebel base, and slammed the door. The tears ran down her face as she threw herself onto her bed. She couldn't believe what she was feeling. She had feelings for the Corellian smuggler. She was sobbing into her hands.
Leia's mind wandered back to when she ran from Han, just moments before. Han had touched her face. He had meant in it a loving sexual flirtatious way, that much she knew, but it had struck fear into her heart for when she had been captive on the Death Star, Darth Vader had touched her face slowly in a cruel taunting way, with his cold metal fingertips. Han's hands had been cold from the icy Rebel Base and he hadn't meant her any harm when he had touched her but Leia was still traumatized.
