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The kiss was mind-blowing. An out-of-this-world, knock-your-socks-off kind of kiss. The sort of kiss you’ll keep replaying in your head when you’re ninety and settled into your rocking chair at the retirement home, when you're reminiscing over your greatest, most memorable moments. And for Rey, this kiss has already landed somewhere among the top three moments in the highlights reel of her life thus far.
But Rey can’t tell this interviewer that. Because not only is her co-star Ben Solo a card-carrying member of the “Men Who Know How to Kiss Club” (hell, he’s probably the president), he also happens to hate her guts.
She’ll eat her own shoes before she lets on how he makes her feel.
Correction. Made her feel. One time. Because she doesn't have feelings for him. That would be completely ridiculous. Sheer lunacy. A recipe for disaster and not to mention how utterly masochistic she’d have to be to actually have feelings for Ben Solo.
Oblivious to her inner turmoil, the interviewer clears her throat, politely reminding Rey she hasn’t yet answered the question.
("Our sources tell us a steamy kiss between your characters was added last-minute to the script. And of course we're all dying to know- how was it?")
She decides cheeky and evasive is the best route under the circumstances.
“Was there a kiss?” Rey frowns then shrugs. “If there was, I don't remember it. So I guess there's your answer.” She gives herself a mental pat on the back. Deflected a potentially huge movie spoiler and sidestepped a question she'd rather die than answer truthfully? Her agent Luke would be so proud.
The interviewer giggles and turns to Ben, ostensibly to ask a follow up, but all of a sudden it’s as if the air has been sucked out of the room.
Ben folds his arms across his chest. His jaw hardens, and a ruddy flush spreads over his cheekbones and across the bridge of his admittedly noble nose. His dark eyes flash over to Rey just for a second before he turns his gaze back to the reporter.
Her stomach sinks as her co-star recovers quickly with some dry, witty retort and the interview continues, but Rey might as well be on another planet. She’s still reeling from what was revealed in that one look.
Is it possible Ben Solo was actually… hurt?
But why? He hates her!
A seed of doubt begins niggling at the back of her mind.
…Doesn't he?