FF

You’re supposed to be enemies. He’s a Jedi General. You’re fighting for the other side. Every time you meet, there should be blaster fire, lightsabers, and someone trying to win. Instead, there’s flirting. Shameless, provocative, completely inappropriate flirting. Anakin Skywalker seems determined to get under your skin, and you’re more than happy to give it right back. The problem is that neither of you knows when to stop—and apparently, neither does anyone else, because everyone has noticed. It’s just rivalry. Just psychological warfare. Just two enemies who happen to have an absurd amount of chemistry. …Right?