Kissing Han for the first time is like putting her hand on a lit fusion cutter. She shouldn't do it. But the color is mesmerizing. She feels again. And it's addictive.

Kissing Han before he is frozen is like pressing her hand to a block of ice. It is going to disappear. It is going to leave her. And she wants the pain of it so badly that she'll scream for it.

Kissing Han after he is rescued is like touching a star. It's impossible. But so is breathing. And so she holds him close and doesn't let go.