“She looked him in the eye, and suddenly there was resolve in her gaze. As if she decided on a matter known only to her, she crossed the space between them in a couple of small but steady steps. He should have stopped her, yet somehow he didn’t, and now she was standing inches away. She tilted her head, determined to see his face. He too could see her better: her skin darker in the places where the merciless sun touched her on Jakku, pale and delicate where the layers of fabric covered her arms. She was standing so close that he could smell the grey soap from her bath and an underlying scent of rust and grease. For a brief moment he wondered how long would it take to wash it off completely and if he would like it or not. But there was something more, something sweet, salty and undeniably feminine. Flavor that made him gasp for air.
His cheeks and ears were burning.
“You know I can give you whatever you want.”
His own words reversed and voiced by her lips sounded crude. He used to think better of himself.”
THIS IS MY FIRST STAR WARS FAN FICTION! :) Once again THANK YOU @shadowlass for your help! <3