Nobody had ever made Jyn feel as though she was something precious or fragile. But then, she had never let anyone close enough to take the chance. But for as nervous as she was, she was still so glad that she was sharing all of this with Cassian.

Deeper into her desire she spiraled with every exploratory kiss, every deliberate touch, but even so, she found herself laughing breathlessly as she found herself on her back with him above, still intent upon tasting what little skin she had exposed.

But from this position, she was more able to touch Cassian, too, to explore his arms and sides with gentle fingertips, to trail them along the line of his collarbone, too, and finally down the planes of his chest, the flush of her cheeks darkening as she did.