Chapter XXXV
I don't belong here
Rey has experience; he doesn't.
(And if he does, he doesn't recall).
But it's fine, because her honest body doesn't keep anything from him: it reveals to him, completely unafraid.
Her blush and her burning gaze don't lie, and her back is a curve he can't believe he gets to explore with his hands while she kisses him over and over again.
"Are you nervous?"
Rey's whisper sounds like some kind of secret between two people, as if raising her voice beyond this would shatter the fragile bubble of the moment they've build together.
"Maybe," he admits with a shy smile. "I don't think I'm able to properly name everything I'm feeling".
He closes his eyes as Rey kisses his neck and nibbles at the white skin her teeth have found.
"The most important thing you have already named."
They agree on that.
Kylo makes her back drop on the bed and gets on top. This time, he is the one that doesn't stop kissing her. Rey curves her back backwards, and he takes the opportunity to grab her hand with his and intertwine their fingers together.
"You're more beautiful than whatever I can name."
Rey envelopes him with her arms and her smiles, and the slow night witnesses the two lovers that have just started to get to know each other, no matter they have known each other since forever.
The night witnesses, too, Rey's last words before she loses herself into everything that is Kylo.
"I love you, Ben."