Chapter 13 of Conscience and Unconsciousness by PontMercy44
“I can explain.” Rey repeated, futilely. Her words sounded hollow. They were. How could she explain herself? How could she explain the horrible, deep hole she’d dug herself into him. She’d lied to his parents. She’d lied to him. She’d slept with him.
It was silent in the kitchen for a moment, and her words rung. They echoed off of the dated backsplash and linoleum floors. Then Ben told Rey, in a low voice, that somehow resonated just as much, “You’d better.”
Rey’s jaw flapped, uselessly. She didn’t have the faintest idea of where to start. Perhaps with her hopeless, pathetic crush?
“Ben, it was my idea.” Luke voice was more gravelly than usual.
Ben looked sharply at his uncle, and then back at Rey, as if he couldn’t quite believe it. “He put you up to this?”