Rey sat numb for hours, Poe's arm draped around her shoulders, the two of them reclining in the Millenium Falcon. Finn sat with his feet on the holo chess board. Finn's jaw flexed periodically as he reaffirmed that Kylo got what he deserved. Poe agreed reservedly, sensing that Rey felt conflicted about what had happened.

"And they're just going to let him live," Finn said, knocking back what remained of the strong drink in his hands.

"Under Luke's care," Rey said, trying to quell Finn's heated emotions.

"And what's Luke planning, Rey?" Finn asked. He tried not to sound too hostile, but Rey could read the tone, and sense his feelings. "He hasn't said."

"No," Rey said, looking at her friend, who was already so dear to her after such a short time. "He will tell me when it's time. I trust him." She paused. "You should too," she added, gently.

Poe gently rubbed at Rey's upper arm, holding her tighter. Her heart skipped a beat when he did this. Finn took notice, and looked from Rey to Poe.

"So uh," Finn said, a small smirk playing at the corner of his mouth, "is this a thing?"

Rey flushed crimson, and looked up at Poe, who she was pleased to see bore a shy smile that went all the way up to his eyes.

"Ahhhh…" Poe started, unable to answer immediately. "Yes?" He said, asking Rey with his eyes as well as his words. "For my part, yes."

Rey felt her ears burn. She looked back at Finn. "I have only been back a short while, less than two days, but… Before I left, I had hoped…"

She stopped herself. She wasn't ready to have this conversation with Finn—not when she hadn't even had it with Poe.

"Alright, alright," Finn said, rising and pouring more of the noxious smelling liquid into his glass. He offered it wordlessly to Poe, who shook his head slightly in the negative. "Anyway, I thought you Jedi weren't allowed to, or something. At least Kylo never did. His Knights sure did…"

"Luke changed things when he started the New Jedi Order, or when he tried to," Rey said. "That was one of them."

"Ah, so it was his winning personality that kept him from the dollhouses that his Knights so liked to visit," Finn said, draining his drink quickly.

He rose unceremoniously, placing his empty glass in the galley of the Falcon. "I'm going to head out," he said. "It's late."

Poe rose to see his friend out, who waved him back down. "I'll see you two in the morning," he said, smiling and shaking his head on the way out.

Rey watched her friend go, and mulled on something Finn had said. Kylo hadn't had a companion? Or at least no one who mattered to him that way? And what was it that Finn had said…?

"Poe," Rey asked, turning slightly so she could face him, trying to effect a neutral expression. "Uh, I know this is going to sound stupid probably, and I'm fully prepared to look stupid. But I've just never… On Jakku we didn't have any… What is a dollhouse?"

Poe quashed the smile that came to his face, as soon as it got there. He knew Rey had lived a very lonely and sheltered life on Jakku, so far from the Core Worlds. It was charming to be a kind of guide through some of the culture she had missed out on. However, this was of a more sensitive nature.

"A dollhouse," Poe said, taking a deep breath, "Is a place of business, a house really, where women, and sometimes men, live, and sell their… company."

Rey flushed even deeper at this revelation. "Oh," she said, looking down at Poe's chest, wanting to look anywhere but his eyes. "No, we didn't have that on Jakku."

Poe smiled, tracing his finger along her jawline affectionately. "That's probably a good thing. They tend to try to lure in women who are on their own, in desperate circumstances."

Rey shook her head. "I can't even imagine."

Wanting to delay looking into his eyes just a bit longer, Rey's heart skipped a beat when he tipped her chin upwards gently with his hand. She looked into his dark eyes and found a comforting warmth there.

"In the world that the Resistance wants to build, we won't let things like that happen. People should be able to choose freely if that's what they want to do for a living, but there are so many people in the galaxy who need us. Who need you. And Luke."

Rey swallowed. "I hope I prove worthy to the task," Rey said, her heart sinking when she remembered all she had learned of herself.

"I don't think it's even possible for you to prove anything but worthy to the task," Poe said. "You are on the side of the Light, Rey."

Rey pressed her lips together. What would Poe's reaction be when he found out? What would anyone's reaction be? She opened her mouth to speak, and was quickly interrupted by a voice coming from the passageway leading into the galley.

"Rey," Luke said, causing Poe and Rey to quickly put a modest amount of distance between each other. Rey sat on her hands.

"Yes, Master Luke?" Rey said, wanting nothing more than to crawl into the bowels of the Falcon, never to leave there.

"I've been speaking with Leia, and… The first of our tasks is before us. We haven't any time to lose."

"What do we need to do, Master Skywalker?" Poe said, the deference in his voice clear as a bell.

"You two," Luke said, looking at the both of them, "will stay here, and keep watch over Ben while he heals enough to be transported. I will be taking the Falcon off-planet, making the next step of our plan ready."

"Master, alone?" Rey stammered. "You're going without me? Is it safe?"

Luke smiled. "I think that this is the best course of action. Where I am going, the ones receiving me are, let's just say… a bit jumpy. If I bring my padawan, and a known user of the Dark Side of the Force, we're likely to be turned away. I'll bring R2 with me, he's enough support for now."

"H-how long will you be gone?" Rey asked, now unsure of herself.

"It's impossible to say, but not long I hope. Maybe days. A week. Once I have secured the location, we'll be transporting Ben there, where you will complete your training, and we will examine the next steps of the fight against the Dark Side."

"Is Kylo Ren a part of this?" Poe asked, his eyes sharpening. "Wouldn't he be more secure in the heart of the Resistance, with a thousand fighters guarding him?"

Luke sighed, and walked a few paces to join the two younger people in the galley, sitting in the space that Finn had occupied.

"Commander Dameron," Luke started. "I trust you with this information, because you have proven yourself the most loyal fighter in the Resistance, and my sister trusts you above all others."

Poe's eyes shone with duty and admiration. He sat stoically, waiting for Luke's instruction. Rey admired him and wondered how he could be so steadfast in such uncertainty.

"I, Rey, and Ben will be joining a few who are versed in the ways of the Force. Not Jedis themselves. But with enough knowledge that we might be able to turn Ben back to the Light."

"You don't really expect that monster to come back to the Light, do you?" Rey spat, unable to hide her disdain for the man.

"Rey, I'm surprised," Luke said. "You felt his pain today. My bond with him is now severed, but I could see it in your eyes, and through you I felt how conflicted he is. We must use that uncertainty. We must use your bond. It is the only way to get to Snoke."

Rey looked down at her hands, which she clasped in her lap. "I will do as you instruct, Master Luke. I don't think there's any good in him." She knew that was a lie. She felt it in him. She didn't want to, but she did.

"Rey," Luke said, chidingly, "you, more than anyone, should know that a person can fight against their nature despite insurmountable odds."

Poe scrunched his eyes slightly in confusion. He looked at Rey, trying to read her. The bond Kylo had spoken of was something he initially dismissed, writing it up as nothing more than taunting. But here Luke had mentioned it again. And what did Luke mean by 'Rey, more than anyone'?

"That is all you two need to know for now," Luke said, rising. He crossed his arms in a wizened gesture, hiding his hands in the folds of his cloak. "Commander Dameron, you are to keep watch over Ben while he is still convalescing. Make sure he stays put. And Rey, I simply want you to be present. Any appeals to his humanity now may simply close him off to us even more. Observe him, be mindful of what he says. I expect a full report when I return, from the both of you."

Both Rey and Poe nodded. "I'll collect my things," Rey said. Rey disappeared quickly, leaving Luke and Poe alone.

Luke approached Poe, who stood with his arms crossed. Luke addressed Poe quietly.

"He will try to turn her to the Dark Side. Your job while I am away is to keep her off that path."

"What you mean, 'she of all people'?" Poe asked, toeing the line of being insubordinate.

Luke smiled sadly. "It is not my story to tell, Commander. Suffice to say, I place every ounce of faith I have in Rey. I believe Rey holds the key to all of this ending. When my father was a young boy, there was a prophecy… The Jedi Council made the mistake of thinking he was the Chosen One."

"The what?" Poe asked, his eyes widening.

Luke sighed. "Keep her safe, Commander." Luke placed a hand on Poe's shoulder in a fatherly gesture. He disappeared into the cockpit of the ship, leaving a shaken Poe in his wake, and began priming the ship for departure.

Before he had a moment to collect his thoughts, Rey's footsteps tapped closer, and she appeared holding a duffel. She smiled at Poe, and looked back to the cockpit, where Luke had reappeared. He approached his young padawan, who stood a good foot shorter than he, and he placed his hands affectionately on her neck.

"Remember your training. Remember who you are, and know that your strength comes from all sides," Luke said. "May the Force be with you."

"Yes Master, and with you," Rey nodded, and without another word, Poe placed his hand on Rey's back, and they both left the Millenium Falcon.

Rey and Poe watched as the Falcon took off, leaving them both shivering in the cool night air of the Naboo moon. Neither of them moved, but before Poe could tear himself away from the sight of the Falcon leaving the atmosphere, he spoke to the girl standing at his side.

"You haven't told me everything," Poe said, his words small in the dim light of the tarmac.

Rey began to breath quickly. She shook her head, hoping not to lose control of her emotions. She wanted nothing more than for Poe to view her the way he did now, no less.

"I'm afraid of what you'll think of me afterwards," she said simply, her voice wavering only slightly.

Poe turned to her, looking down at her face, which had taken on a pale quality in the light cast by the tarmac lights and the planet of Naboo.

"Nothing could change how I feel about you," Poe said.

"Thinking and feeling are two different things, Poe," Rey said. She placed a small hand on his chest. "I promise to tell you. So much happened while I was away. I'm just not sure how I feel about it myself."

Poe grasped the hand on his chest, and with his other hand, pulled Rey closer by her waist.

"I'm not going anywhere," he whispered, and lowered his head to hers, kissing her ardently.

When he pulled away, Rey breathed deeply. She wasn't sure she believed Poe—she certainly would second-guess Poe if she found out he was the grandchild of the most evil Sith Lord who ever lived. But maybe he would surprise her. But for now, she found herself unable to control herself shivering in the night air.

"A bit colder than Jakku, isn't it?" Poe asked, trying to lighten the mood.

"Yes," Rey said, drawing her arms in to hold the heat to her body. "Let's go in, shall we?"

They entered the manufactured warmth of the Resistance base, relieved that the movement within was modest, with most of the fighters sleeping for however long they could. Rey sighed. She cast her eyes down.

"I'm exhausted," she said.

"Well, I'll take you somewhere you can call yours until the Falcon's back."

"Poe—" Rey started, grabbing Poe's hand as he walked away. "Not just yet. I've been thinking… I know what you'll probably be thinking of me, but I think I want… to see Kylo Ren."

"Right now?" Poe asked, but without a reproachful tone, which Rey appreciated.

"Yes," she said. "I know it sounds crazy, but if what I felt today was real, I want to confirm it."

Poe nodded, and he held his arm out in the direction of where Kylo Ren was being held. He had been taken to a secure medical wing, where one wrist was manacled to a hospital bed, and he occupied a precarious balance within a drug-induced twilight. When the guard saw them approaching, he stepped aside dutifully.

Rey set her things down, and entered slowly, as if time had slowed down.

Her eyes found him, face down, shirtless on the hospital bed. Her stomach hitched when she saw the great red welts on his back, some of them open but no longer bleeding, and now glistening with bacta. When she entered the room, she felt the shift in the Force, and he turned his head to face her. Their eyes met, and for a moment, Rey thought she wouldn't be able to move.

Poe watched helplessly from a distance as she moved towards the drugged man, who to him seemed nothing more than a viper in a trap, and the second he was let out, would strike.

Rey knelt in front of the low cot, and looked over his back.

"Does it hurt?" she asked, now aware of what a dumb question it was.

Kylo's eyes were slightly hooded in the haze of drugs, keeping his pain to a modest level. "It hurts as much as it should," he said simply, almost too harshly for Rey's liking.

"I felt you today." Rey held Kylo's gaze firmly. "I know you feel guilt. I know you feel sadness."

"You felt exactly what I wanted you to feel," Kylo said coldly.

"Well, not all of us are that adept at controlling Force bonds," Rey said. "I don't think that was on purpose."

He smiled drunkenly. "So much potential, and you haven't even scratched the surface of what you can do," he said. He looked over at Poe, so far from his hospital bed, he was sure their conversation was still private. "He has no idea who you are, does he?"

Rey looked at Poe, whose eyes sharpened, questioning whether he needed to intervene. She looked back to Kylo.

"How do you know?" she asked sternly, reproachfully.

"I told you I wouldn't let Snoke have you," he said. "I'm here for you, Rey. And before all is said and done, I'll show you the ways of the Dark Side."

"You've shown me enough," she said. "All I want to know is how you know who I am."

Kylo smirked, his expression smug, and with his free hand he lightly touched her jaw, looking her face over. Rey almost recoiled, but sensing the intent behind it, she stayed frozen.

"I wasn't sure it was you until I fought you on Starkiller. You've grown into quite the fighter since I first met you. You're strong, like him."

Rey pulled her face away and stood. Was he trying to provoke her?

Rey shocked herself at how loud her voice was. "What do you mean, 'when you first met me'?"

There was feeling growing deep within her, one she didn't like, but before it had time to manifest, Poe appeared at her back, placing his hands protectively on her arms.

"Come on, let's get you to your room," he said, not favoring Kylo with even a look. He wanted to get Rey out of that room—Ren was playing with Rey like a cat toys with a mouse before it's devoured. The way he touched Rey brought out a jealousy in him he had never experienced before, which he tried now to ignore.

"You don't remember anything, do you?" Kylo asked to Rey's back. She shot him a glance over her shoulder, the exhaustion in her eyes clear. She was too tired to play his games, but she knew this wasn't over.

Poe, incensed by Kylo's taunting, placed an arm around Rey's waist, placing his hand low on her hip. He leaned into her ear, murmuring. "You don't need to do this now."

Rey nodded, letting Poe lead her away.

"Don't worry," Kylo called out with the little strength he could muster. "I'll help you remember, soon enough."

Rey's mind buzzed until she heard the clack of a door close behind her. She felt oddly detached as Poe set her bag down, and she took in the room's surroundings. It was a bunker of sorts, no windows, and a cot in the corner. In the other corner there were large drums, rusted from years of neglect. Poe turned and took Rey in, closed off as she was.

"This is my bunk, or, a bunker that I took over… " Poe said, hands on his hips. "You can stay here 'til the Falcon's back. I'll take up in one of the bunkers the pilots use."

"You don't have to do that," Rey said, numbly. "I don't want to put you out."

Poe walked to Rey, and gently touched her arms with his hands, brushing the soft, freckled skin with his rough thumbs, worn through years of work on his ship.

"It's different now. You need a place to be alone. You have more on your shoulders than the others."

"Special treatment breeds resentment in places like this," Rey said, noncommittally.

Poe chuckled. "It's rank, is what it is."

Rey sighed, and before she had time to think, she shuffled to the bed Poe hadn't bothered to make, and sat at the edge, placing her head in her hands.

"I'm just down the hall if you need anything," Poe said, making to leave.

"Don't!" Rey said suddenly, raising her head. "Please don't go. N-not yet…" she lowered her voice, treading backwards. She wanted Poe's company, but she still was uncertain of what was happening between them.

Poe sat beside her, letting his forearms rest on his knees.

"He's going to continue to rattle you if you let him. He likes to get under your skin," Poe said.

"Yes," Rey agreed. "The second I know how to sever this bond, the better. With Luke, it's different, it feels… paternal. It feels better, somehow."

"So you don't want Kylo in your head?"

"No!" Rey said, scrunching her face in disgust. "He is foul," she said, and lowered her voice. "But he knows more than he should."

"About you?"

Rey nodded, and looked over to Poe. He looked as fatigued as her, but it was his deep brown eyes that pulled at her heart. So open, so trusting. It haunted her that she had this secret looming over their heads. The secret felt like a great wave ready to break a levee. It was best to let it out, or else risk total destruction of what ever it was they were building. But could it even be stopped, no matter how he found out?

"Poe…" Rey said, her heart hammering in her chest. "I have to tell you. Now, before it's too late, and before we go any further with what ever this is between us."

Poe nodded, not wishing to interrupt her flow.

"I… Learned something about myself on Ahch-To, when I was with Luke. I told you I was raised away from my family. Really, I was abandoned there. I never knew my family, Poe. I can't remember their faces. I couldn't even remember their names."

Rey paused, steadying herself. "I never knew I could use the Force. I couldn't, and then something happened to me when Ren had me in that room. It was like a block was taken away."

"You've told me that before," Poe said, nodding.

Rey smiled sadly. "Did you know Force sensitivity can run in families, Poe?"

Poe shook his head.

"Like Luke and Leia, it's in my family too. I'm... heavens, it sounds so terrible when I try to say it out loud."

"Then just say it. I'm still here," Poe said, taking Rey's hand in his as they sat facing each other.

"I swear, I want nothing more than to bring the downfall of the First Order. I want nothing more than to defeat the Dark Side. But sometimes I feel this anger, this hatred bubble up inside me, mostly when I'm around Ren… But other times, I feel that the Light is so overwhelming inside me, it almost pours out."

"My grandfathers were both masters of the Force. One of the Light. One of the Dark."

Rey now looked at her hand in Poe's, now feeling it shrink as he held it tighter.

"My name is Kenobi."

Poe wrinkled his eyebrows a moment, as if Rey had made a joke.

"Kenobi, but… He was a hermit, a… celibate. Weren't they all?"

"Was Darth Vader?" Rey asked, making her point. "No, he had a wife—who was a Jedi too, consequently…" She let all of that sink in for Poe.

He smiled, but as soon as it was there, it was gone. He knew there was more.

"And the other?"

Rey's amber hued eyes glistened tearfully, and she pulled her hand from Poe. She could not stand to tell him to his face, so intimately. She rose, turning to the wall, looking at the callouses on her palms.

"If you hate me afterwards, I understand. If it makes you afraid of me, I understand. Please, just… don't tell anyone."

"I would never," Poe said, truthfully.

She gritted her teeth a moment, still staring at the wall. "Palpatine."

She turned back to Poe, now with twin tears streaking down her cheeks. "I don't mind so much knowing that about myself now, except for the fact that you might never want to touch me again."

Poe had anticipated having some time to process this new information, but the sight of Rey crying hit him square in the gut, and he could not stand her pain any longer. In a heartbeat, he was in front of her, lacing his hands through the hair at the nape of her neck.

"Nothing you could ever do, or be, would ever make me want to stop touching you," he said, punctuating his words with a kiss. Rey melted into it, unable to stop the next few tears that fell, relieved as she was.

They separated a moment, and he wiped the tears from her face with his thumbs. He pulled her to his chest, and she held on there for several moments, before she allowed herself to be led to the bed.

"I feel the pull to the Dark Side," Rey confessed, allowing Poe to smooth her hair back from her face. "And to the Light."

"You are not like them," Poe said, filling his words with meaning.

Rey shook her head a moment, and smiled despite herself. "Why did you have to be so wonderful?"

"'Wonderful'?" Poe repeated, his eyes sparkling playfully. "I assure you, you bring it out in me." He kissed her then, letting her calm down more and more. When he sensed that she was still, and when he saw her eyelids getting heavier, he kissed her forehead.

"I should let you sleep," he said, and stood. "Get some rest." Rey nodded slightly, but said nothing.

Poe made it to the sliding metal door, and before his hand had a chance to press the lever, Rey spoke up.

"Poe," she said, and he turned. Her mouth hung open a moment. She flushed scarlet, and before she could lose her nerve, she spoke rapidly. "Stay please, I don't… I don't think I can be alone tonight."

Poe's eyebrows rose slightly.

"I don't mean…" Rey said, looking at Poe's feet instead of his face. "I don't know what this means," she gestured between them, "I don't even really know how people are supposed to act when they… I just… I can't be alone."

Poe nodded, and without a word, sat beside Rey. "Ok." He sighed, his exhaustion showing yet again, and without ceremony he unlaced his boots, pulling them off. Rey, who had sat frozen until then, copied him, kicking off hers. She scooted her slight frame into the bed, and made room for Poe, who slid in, dressed completely in his flight suit.

With the light dimmed enough, and with the bedcover pulled up over the two of them, Poe turned to Rey, who was frozen in the same position.

"Come here," he said, opening his arms, waving her over. "Back up."

Rey backed into Poe, too tired and too emotionally drained to second-guess herself, or to question what she was doing. With his arm around her waist, and his chest to her back, Poe bent down and kissed the top of her head.

The were silent a while, both of them drifting in and out of sleep, in a sort of middle space between asleep and awake, when Poe gently and quietly broke the silence.

"This between us," Poe said, his words rumbling in his chest against Rey's back, "I haven't felt this ever before. All I know is that when I'm not with you, all I'm thinking about is you, and when I'm with you, all I'm thinking about is touching you. In what ever way you want me, I'm yours."

Rey gripped at the arm that was wrapped around her midsection, and smiled into the darkness. She turned to look back at Poe, who she could just make out in the dimmed lights of the bunker. Without a word, he met her mouth in a kiss.

This kiss felt different than all the others. Stripped of their wits and convention, they both teetered on the edge of sleepy belligerence. Rey noticed the hitch in Poe's breathing. It felt more urgent. She matched the intensity of the kiss, uncomfortable as it was at this angle.

Poe's hand left her stomach, and traveled to her hip, where he pushed it firmly back into his own, possessively.

Rey had never been held like this before, never felt her body react this way, and she sharply inhaled as she felt Poe against her backside. Poe picked up on this, and pulled away from their kiss to whisper to her, as if being in bed warranted the hushed tone.

"If you want me to stop, I will. Just tell me, ok?" he said, affectionately brushing his nose against hers. "Ok?" He pulled back to look into her eyes for confirmation.

The moment that passed felt like a lifetime, and Rey found herself nodding, surprising herself. Wasting no time, Poe kissed Rey again, and resumed the pressure upon her hip.

He broke their kiss, turning his attention on the back of Rey's neck, amping up the pressure of his kiss, just below her hairline. Rey's eyes shot open, and she felt his kiss in her whole body. She was just about to recover her senses, when she felt Poe's hand at the apex of her thighs, above her gauzy pants.

He moved his hand a moment, and when he found the spot where she was most sensitive, she gave a breathy chuckle.

He smiled into her neck. "Is this ok?"

Rey's head swam, and she forgot how to speak. She murmured some form of 'yes', and nodded her head.

With her consent to continue, Poe brazenly, but slowly, found the hem of the garment, and snaked his fingers underneath, plunging his hand into her breeches.

Rey wasn't completely ignorant of the ways men and women could be together. She'd spent plenty of time amongst the crass and vile men on Jakku to know the general idea. But feeling it and hearing about it were completely different, and the way her heartbeat sped showed just how little she had prepared herself for this.

Poe tentatively found the wetness below, and when he moved his fingers, parting her, Rey became aware of just how her body had reacted to him. She let out a small, broken moan when he rounded the sensitive spot she had felt him touch before. This time, the feeling was amplified exponentially.

He moved there a bit, and Rey held her breath in her chest. Sensing her tense up, Poe spoke up, looking for guidance. "Show me where," he said, moving a bit, looking for the spot that would undo her. What Rey didn't know was that Poe was hoping to coax her into exploring this feeling comfortably with him, equally.

He changed the gesture slightly, switching his speed, causing Rey to cry out fully, arching her back against Poe's chest. He smiled. "There," he said, content in her reaction.

He kept at this until he felt Rey's hips involuntarily move in time with his hands, and he knew in a matter of moments, she would lose control of herself.

"Let go, Rey," Poe said, looking down at what he was doing. "Just let go."

Without a moment's hesitation, Rey let out a breath she'd been holding in, and subsequently lost all control. She pivoted slightly to rest on her back, and reached back for Poe's mane of curly, brown hair, snaking her fingers in it, and gripping for dear life. Poe grew harder as he watched Rey come beside him, because of his ministrations, but he didn't care about his own pleasure right now. All that mattered was Rey. She was here, with him, and she was turning into him, nestling into his chest, placing small kisses on his lips and neck, before immediately falling asleep.

Deep within the bowels of the Resistance base, Kylo Ren felt, through their Force bond, the reverberations of the intense pleasure that wracked Rey's body. Kylo wasn't surprised by Poe and Rey's coupling. Rather, it was the feeling that it caused within himself that surprised him. He was being foolish, he knew that. He was here to get the girl, and bring her to Snoke, end of story. But if that was truly the case, why did he spare her all those years ago? Why had he let her father take her away from Luke's academy? He huffed, chalking it up to a youthful misstep, one that could be remedied by bringing her now to Snoke to be bent to his will, or broken. The choice would be hers. That was all. Unable to sleep, Kylo Ren's thoughts raced until the sun rose.

AN: A moment I'm sure you've all been waiting for! I am a slow burn writer, I know. But I feel like it pays off in the long run, and it feels more believable. And hey, holla at ya girl if you're a big supporter of consent! I don't see that a whole lot in fanfic, so I try to include it.

Thanks again for sharing your thoughts, everyone. I love the reviews, they really keep me going. They're like fuel for writing.

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