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"You found part of me I didn't know existed, and in you, I found a love I no longer believed was real."

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After catching me trying to steal his food, Anakin walked around the counter, slowly coming towards me, "Ahsoka told me that you two got into one of her brownies," He gently grabbed the box from my hands and set it back down on the counter, "She also told me it's your first time trying it, so how are you feeling?" He asked softly as he gazed down at me with a slight head tilt.

I eyed the pizza box before looking back up into his beautiful eyes - I shouldn't be thinking about how beautiful his eyes are but it's hard not to. The blue was so captivating and endearing that I almost forgot he asked me something, "Hungry." I answered, my eyes then lingered on the bandage next to his right eye. He no longer had the bandage covering his entire eye, only the side of it, and I could see it was bruised - along with a light tint of red on the remaining bandage.

So I was glad to see I didn't take his eye out or scratch it - the damage appears to just be the surrounding skin. But I still felt guilty, and this damn edible only heightened my guilt.

He chuckled as he flipped the pizza box open and gestured to the food, "Well all you had to do was ask gorgeous, you can have anything you want."

"Can I see under the bandage?" I answered without thinking.

He looked a bit stunned by my response, "Why?" He tilted his head, eyeing me up and down.

"Well because you said I can have anything I want, and I'm a curious woman." I shrugged, it's not unheard of to ask to see an injury. One of the first things anyone asks when a friend or colleague tells them about a new wound is - 'can I see it?' Or at least that's what it's been in my case, nearly everyone asked to see the bullet wound when I got shot in the leg.

His smile fairly widened and he looked down to the floor shyly before gesturing for me to follow him, "Alright, Ive been meaning to change it anyway, I've had this one on too long," I followed him to the other side of the kitchen, it was a huge kitchen. Way too huge for people who most likely order take-out everyday and never use it.

He opened a cupboard and pulled out a first-aid kit, causing my brows to furrow, "You keep your first-aid kit in the kitchen?" I asked as if it was the strangest thing, which it was to me.

"Yes and where do you keep yours?" He asked while turning around and setting the kit on the island, he then opened it before looking up at me for my answer.

"The bathroom," I shrugged.

"That's a dumb place to keep it," He smirked as he pulled out a sheet of gauze and disinfectant cream, "Tell me (y/n), will you harm yourself more in a bathroom, or a kitchen?"

I see his point, I've cut myself a few times while cooking, and rushed to the bathroom to get the first-aid. Maybe I should keep it in the kitchen, "That makes sense, but how does that apply to you? Don't you both just order take-out all the time?" I placed my hand on the island to keep myself from falling over since for a second there, my body felt like it was floating. As each second went by, the THC inside of me was becoming stronger and stronger. I still felt functional, but a nap and some food sounded amazing right now.

He looked humored, but also offended, "Hey, I don't just order take-out okay, I know how to cook." He said with a confident grin as he raised his hand up and slowly began taking off the bandage that was holding the gauze. But he winced and stopped when it pulled on his brow.

I raised my brows, "Instant noodles doesn't count." I teased and he laughed as he hit my shoulder playfully, then attempted to pull the bandage off again, but this time he was going much slower.

"One day I'll make you something so you can see just how much of a good cook I am." He promised, and his cheeks lightened to a rosy pink when he realized that he basically admitted to hoping for a date.

"I'll hold you to that," I smiled as I quickly grabbed the bandage for him—since he was going painfully slow—and ripped it off. He yelped in pain and brought his hand to his eye brow, as if he was checking to make sure it was still there, "You were going too slow, you have to pull it off fast because the slower you go the worse it'll hurt." I lectured as I tossed the gauze into the waste bin next to me.

"It still hurt and now I feel like you took my eyebrow off," He complained playfully as he dropped his hand down. Now I could see it, the mark. It was near the corner of his eye - it was a crooked line that went from the top of his eye, through his eyebrow, and to the bottom of it.

"Your eyebrow is still there," I assured him, "Did it hurt?" I asked almost immediately and shifted my gaze to make eye contact.

He shrugged, "I mean it wasn't pleasant, but I've dealt with much worse." He slowly smiled again, and it was a confident smile — like he believes him admitting that he gets into trouble would be a turn on for me. As it may be for the ones that enjoy the bad boys, but I prefer my men and-or women...lawful.

But I will admit, bad boys do have an appeal - like villains for example. Everyone knows the hero would sacrifice their loved one to save the world, while the villain would sacrifice the world to save their loved one - and who wouldn't want to be loved that deeply? That's the charm, that's what locks us in - feeling special and important.

"Like?" I asked with a slight head tilt.

He chuckled as he slowly shook his head, "Maybe I'll tell you a few stories another time," He reached over and pulled a pepperoni off the pizza and ate it - all without breaking eye contact. I feel like he's trying to tease me, and if I wasn't so high in the sky right now, I might've commented on it. But really, my mind only traveled to one little thing that annoyed me, which normally wouldn't.

"Now you have grease all over your fingers Anakin and you still haven't applied the ointment or the new bandage." I scolded him, his cut was already leaking a little blood. But it was a small amount since most of the cut was already scabbing over.

He looked at his fingers with a small chuckle, "I honestly had forgotten, and the pizza looked too appetizing to pass up any longer," He reached over and did it again before looking back in my eyes with a smile, "Do you think you can do it for me?" He asked softly, "If not I can just wash my-"

"No it's okay," I cut him off as I grabbed the ointment cream he had set on the counter. I'm the one who did it, so I might as well be the one to tend to it - it's like my unspoken apology, "But I apologize if I poke your eye," I joked while squeezing a small amount onto my fingertip, "I'm not in the best state of mind to be doing this, but I'll try." I looked up and paused for a second when our gazes locked.

How is it possible for someone to be this handsome? He seemed so unreal, like a man that a woman can only dream about. And don't get me started on those eyes, I could look into them forever.

"Has anyone ever told you that your eyes look like the ocean?" I asked bluntly which seemed to pull him away from our momentary stare-down of admiration - or at least I think he was admiring me.

"Um," His cheeks went pink once again, and he flinched when I slowly applied the cold ointment to his cut, "No I haven't , but is that good thing? Do you like the ocean?"

I nodded as I applied a little more of the medicine to my finger, then to his wound, "I think the ocean is beautiful, especially when the sun shines on the moving waves - the horizon becomes a field of crystals." I said softly, but it can also be scary, you don't know what's really there since it's being hidden by the distracting beauty. Which is the case with him, who knows what dark creatures he has hidden away.

"So you're saying you think my eyes are beautiful?" He asked with a cocky smirk, but that didn't hide the blush he still held on his cheeks. So he can act tough and macho, but really, he's the equivalent to a school boy who's experiencing his first crush.

I smiled as I wiped my fingers clean of the medicine before grabbing the bandage and gauze, "That's exactly what I'm saying," I admitted as I slightly backed up and did a small hop so I could sit on-top of the counter. I needed a better angle to get the bandage right so I can avoid getting the sticky part on his brow hair, "Come closer so I can do this," I took the paper part off of the bandage and as soon as I did, he was right in front of me - between my legs. He didn't need to be this close, but I'm sure he already knew that and saw an opportunity and decided to take it.

I looked into his eyes for a few seconds and in those seconds...I had no air in my lungs. Due to our close proximity, he had completely taken it all away and it was a reaction I didn't expect. But I chalked it up to the influence of the drug and cleared my throat to break the silence.

"Try not to move," I said low as I placed the gauze over the cut first, then added the bandage on top to keep it in place, "And now you're good to go." I smiled and waited for a small praise, but I didn't get one, I was met with silence - but his emotionless eyes never left mine, "Um, I also avoided getting it on your hair so it shouldn't hurt the next time you take it off-" I stopped my words and gasped when he moved forward and grazed his lips against mine.

As my breath left my lungs for the second time, I waited to see what he was going to do, and my heart was racing with anticipation the entire time, "Anakin," I whispered, my wide eyes and gazing into his with slight surprise, "Are you going to kiss me?"

I could feel his soft and nervous breath against my lips, "I-" He paused as he nervously swallowed and brought his hand up to softly caress my cheek, but then he dropped his hand down and moved away, "I'm sorry, I've had a lot to drink tonight. I shouldn't have almost done that, it's not professional." He backed away more.

I'm high in his house, where does that say professional?

"It's okay," I assured him, although I wasn't sure if I was okay or not. My heart was still pumping, and my words were stuttered, "I wouldn't have minded if you did." I boldly said, but in this moment I wasn't sure if I was saying it to help with Kenobi's plan, or if there was another reason. Jesus, it's hard to think straight right now.

He sighed quietly to himself before looking up, "Don't say that to me," He walked forward and cupped my face softly in his palms - the palms of the villain in my story.

"Why not?" I fluttered my lashes and leaned into his soft, warm hands.

He bit his bottom lip and breathed heavily through his nose, "Because you're making it difficult to do the right thing," His eyes showed that he was swooning over my actions, "You think my eyes are beautiful, have you even looked at you?" Then he slowly began to move closer again, and my heart rate increased the closer he got.

Now my mind was flooded with thoughts on what kissing him would be like, and the butterflies I got screamed trouble.

He lowered his hands and placed them around my neck gently, "I like you." He whispered, "A little too much."

My stomach did a somersault and just when our lips were going to touch, footsteps hurried into the room and ended the moment, "We're dating." Ahsoka yelled, making us both jump apart.

Anakin looked in the direction of Ahsoka and Piett with an annoyed expression, and looked down to their joined hands.

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Sorry this took long, my schedule has been hectic lately, anyway I hope you liked it ❤️ although I'm a bit iffy about it, but maybe that's cause I'm half asleep haha
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