This was probably the worst conversation to have while he was drunk. Rey wondered if he'd even remember it in the morning. What would she do then? Tell him about it? "Are you willing?" She frowned at that. She could never give up on that part of herself.
She felt his soft touch and couldnt stop herself from leaning into it, her eyes closing slightly. "Maybe you feel so weak because you try to deny it?" Because she did the same to herself often. She tried to deny it because what would their family think? what would other people think, or even just what would he think? That had been a great fear until right now.
"I'd like to share everything with you." Came the shy answer. He made her feel like such a silly girl in love.