"I'm nervous," Leia whispered.
Han halted his hand on her thigh and met her gaze.
"Me, too," he admitted.
Her eyes widened. "You are?"
He chuckled. "Does that surprise you?"
"Well…yes." She laughed. "I mean…but, why?
Searching for words, he stroked a reverent thumb over her skin. "Don't wanna mess it up," he confessed.
Leia's smile was infinitely tender. "I don't think that's possible."
He cocked an eyebrow. "Why's that?"
"Because it's you and me," she said. "And besides, I'll show you what I like."
He grinned and flexed long fingers, enjoying her response. "Oh, I'm counting on that, Sweetheart."