Few things felt better than the way they naturally gravitate toward touching each other, even when they're already close, already connected, just like they are now. Rey can say without a shadow of the doubt, the times that they're all wrapped up in each other are her favorite times.

She hiccups a breath, and meets his gaze, and repeats the movement, only with more intent rather than exploration. And she's sure that she must look a mess, water-soaked and pink-cheeked and breathless, but she wants him to see what he does to her, how she feels when they're together.