"Exactly?" Poe questioned, sort of touched and smug all at once -- he couldn't really help it. He liked being exactly what people thought about, the perfect center of attention. He could do sharing, liked to think he was good at it, but sometimes he was just greedy for that little bit extra.
He chased after that kiss, teeth grazing Finn's bottom lip, fingers of one hand curled into his shirt, like he was keeping them close. "Are you still tired?"