Hey everyone. The feedback has been awesome do far and I'm so glad you're enjoying this.

I'm not the best writer (obviously) but I love to dig deep in my imagination and really try to find the connection outside of what we've seen on screen.

Lots of love! Xoxo!

-Rey's point of view

Kylo was hovering over me as we lay on the ground. His hand softly caressed my cheek and his dark brown eyes stared deeply into mine. My soul was burning up. The spark was ignited in the forest all that time back, but it was just embers then. Now, those embers have turned into a flame, a freaking bon fire of feelings I can't wrap my mind around.

"Ben," I pulled my head up from the floor.

I wanted to tell him how much he meant to me. How, even though he was a crazy son of a bitch and was on the dark side, I felt something for him.

Kylo bent his head down to kiss me. I closed my eyes to feel the touch of his lips on mine, but it never came. I opened my eyes to find that I was alone in my room back on the ship, laying in a heap of old laundry.

My door hissed open as Finn came in.

"Rey?" He half yelled half whispered.

"Uh, yep. Over here." I answered from the heap.

He did a double take when he saw me in the clothes. His brow furrowed, he kinda gestured toward me with one hand, and his eyes became small and squinty as if to say, "why the hell are you lying in a pile of clothes as if you were just mounted by Kylo Ren in his bathroom, not realizing you were actually here the whole time, but you thought you were there" or "why are you laying in gross smelly clothes?"

"Um," was all he said.

I looked at him and tried to look natural as I laid back further into the clothes, resting my head in my hand like a model and smirked, "Well," I cooed, "wouldn't you like to know?"

Finn shook his head and gave a small laugh. "You're one weird kook, Rey." He rushed over and sat down in the pile beside me. "Rey, I have incredible news," he paused, "holy mother of... this smells like a Porg ate his own shit then vomited it out on these clothes. Where have you been?"

I rolled my eyes and tossed my head back onto the heap, sniffing the scent that wafted from the clothes. "Um..." I said as I crinkled my nose at the smell, "Poe wanted me to help out in the... uh... oh, never mind." I got up out of the pile to sit on my bed, which hopefully didn't smell as bad.

Finn followed suit and bounced down next to me.

"Guess who just got promoted to Captain of this ship?" Finn smiled at me. His white teeth stuck out from the dimly lit room.

"Who?" I teased. "Not you? It couldn't be you."

"Yeah! It's me! I'm so excited. I mean, do you know how many people are gonna be talking about how much of a hero I am? Being a run away Storm Trooper who turned to the light side, escaped Kylo Ren and Captain Phasma, who helped break into their ship not once, but twice, and got away both times, then got promoted to captain?! Freaking. Stoked."

Finn beamed from ear to ear. I've never seen someone more happy except the one time I saw a kid back on Jakku get a ration for the week.

"Congrats Finn! That's so exciting! I'm so proud of you!"

As I hugged him I only thought of Kylo and the closeness we shared. "So... proud," I repeated.

"Yeah. So before my first official Captain-y duty, I wanna do something to celebrate. You wanna come? I'm thinking about throwing a party on the main deck? It should be awesome."

" I'm sure it will, Finn. I'll be there"

"Great!" Finn clapped as he hopped off the bed. "9:30. Be there."

"Wouldn't miss it." I replied as he left the room, waving as he turned the corner out of it.

My mind was elsewhere. All I could think about the entire time was how Kylo touched me, softly, intimately... nicely. I didn't think he was even remotely capable of... feelings?

Maybe it wasn't even feelings. Maybe he was just fulfilling some primal need to be close to a woman, to have a woman. That seemed more realistic. The boy who turns bad doesn't do feelings, he just does women. I'm crazy to even think he would be capable of anything else. He's done so many bad things. He killed his own father for Force sake. There's no way that same man could kiss me with feeling.

No. Way.

He's doing to ruin my life. He's just distracting me. It won't happen again.

I thought about the Rebellion and everything it stands for, how it stands against everything Kylo is about. There's no way he's going to change. This is all a ploy. But I wish it wasn't.

He's going to kill me. Unless I kill him first. There's no turning him...

Even though that thought popped in my head, all I could think about was touching him again, seeing him again.