Afraid

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by Nummyxx

by Nummyxx

Rey's Perspective

“You’re afraid of me,” his breath is warm on my skin, his voice engulfing me, like thick sludge, trapping me. My heart beats from within my throat, my blood pulsating through my body, from my toes to my lips and down to my fingers that delicately trace the scar on his face. His eyes darken, clouded with pain. I shake my head, my eyes meeting his.

“I’m afraid of Kylo,” I feel his face tense up under my touch, but, all of the sudden, he lets down his defences, his face softening. His eyes search mine but I don’t know what he could be looking for, as I’ve already opened everything I have to him. His mouth gawks open for a moment as he tries to find the right words. My fingertips dance around the edges of his scar, ending on his lips, closing them softly. Sometimes there aren’t any right words to say. Sometimes silence speaks louder. The corners of his lips curve into a small, soft smile. Ben’s hand comes up to gently rest on the nape of my neck. The warmth of his skin upon mine sends electricity throughout my body. My skin tingles under his touch. Slowly, he pulls my head against his own, our foreheads touching, his eyes never once leaving mine. “I’m not afraid of Ben.”