Rey squeezes Finn’s hand, grateful that he was there. The attention Poe was laying on her, as intoxicating as it was—enough to make her let out a soft moan—she was still nervous. Still shy and unsure what they were doing. Finn picked up on her cues, and God, why did she want to run behind Finn? Maybe she knew deep down running would only make Poe want her all the more. He was very playful when he wanted to be—all of them were.

But, Rey did say she was different. She was different in how they remembered her and the memories she had were still few and far between.

“But I want to remember before...before we go to far,” she murmured, trying once more to pull away, moving more towards Finn.

“I’m not ready for it. I need time...” and she sounded so small when she said it, almost afraid of letting both men down.