"Let's let the stars watch
Let them stare
Let the wind eavesdrop
I don't care
For all that we've got, don't let go
Just hold me."

- Eavesdrop by The Civil Wars

Feyre is on the verge of many new things in her life: a new job, new city, new apartment. All of those things she's ready for. What she's not quite expecting, though, are her new neighbors. Especially not the one with the violet eyes.

A/N: This is my first attempt at ACOTAR fanfiction. Thank you to everyone who has read and reviewed; it means so much to hear your lovely comments. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I'm enjoying writing it.

***Chapter One***

"That's the last box," Nesta said with a sigh, setting said box down on a stack of others.

Feyre looked around the apartment, smiling slightly. "Thanks." She let out her own huff of breath before saying, "I'm really not looking forward to unpacking it all."

Nesta smirked, "You're on your own with that one, sis."

"But we'll happily help you throw a housewarming party if you'd like!" Elain's voice sounded from the doorway to the bedroom. After a moment, she appeared. "I've at least got your bed set up, Feyre. You won't have to sleep on the couch tonight."

Feyre smiled at her sisters, "Really, thank you both."

Elain shrugged, "Our pleasure. It's not every day our sister graduates from University and moves out onto her own."

"The extra space at home will be nice, though," Nesta quipped, but she was grinning.

There was a quiet moment as the three of them surveyed the bare rooms. Feyre was thankful for her sisters and all they'd done to help her get through the last few years. Finally, she'd graduated with her Masters in Psychology and had just accepted a job in the city. She was nervous - this was the first big move in her life - but she was ready.

After their father had died the year before, the girls found themselves closer than ever. As teens, they were usually at each other's throats. Now, though, they did what that could to take care of one another, they spent a lot of time hanging out together, and at times they had a lot of fun. Feyre would miss living with her sisters, but she wanted to be closer to her job. And, perhaps, it was time for a change.

"We have to get going, Fey. Call us if you need anything!" Elain gave her sister a long hug, kissing her cheek quickly. "Love you."

"Thanks, Lain." Feyre hugged Nesta next. "You, too, Ness."

"Lock the door behind us, will you? I saw some shady neighbors eyeing you while we were moving." Nesta gave Feyre a stern look as the two older sisters stepped into the hallway.

"Got it." She saluted. "I'll call you two after my first day, let you know how it goes." Waiving as they descended the stairs, Feyre let out a deep sigh. She closed the door - and locked it - before sliding down the wooden portal to sit with a thud on the floor.

The place was small but cozy; a simple one-bedroom. The front door opened to a small foyer where there was a coat hook and some storage. The bathroom was off to the right just inside the door, and the living room opened up in front of her, leading on into the kitchen. There was floor to ceiling windows that looked over a courtyard. Feyre thought it looked like a fantastic place to sit and read, or perhaps paint. Just past the bathroom was a small hallway that led to the bedroom. That was probably her favorite spot. There was a half-french door that opened to a small balcony just off the bedroom, and it overlooked the city as it swept down the hill. At night, the lights of the other apartments and shops danced around the walls in her room, sparkling like stars.

Right now, though, the place just looked empty and like a lot of work. Boxes were stacked everywhere, covering most of her furniture. Feyre was not looking forward to unpacking it all.

"Damn…" she huffed, rubbing her hands down over her face. Her stomach grumbled loudly, so she pulled out her cell phone and searched for take-out places that delivered. Scrolling down, she picked the closest one. "Thai food it is," she announced. Her empty apartment didn't answer back.

After ordering, she moved into the kitchen to start unpacking.

Slowly, box by box, the room began to come to life. The kitchen was perhaps the easiest - everything had a neat place on a shelf or in a drawer. She would have to go out tomorrow and get groceries, she thought, looking at the empty refrigerator as it hummed quietly next to her. There was a bottle of water, from the move, but other than the Thai food that was on its way, there was nothing to eat in this apartment. That would not work for Feyre.

The dishes were all put away, as were the silverware and glasses. The last box to open was filled with the little knick-knacks and such that would add a little color to the room. First, photos to put on the fridge. Then, her salt and pepper shakers, shaped like hugging foxes; those were from Elain and they always made Feyre smile. Other small decorations put the final touches on the small kitchen, and that was one room off the list.

Just the rest of the apartment to go.

Thankfully, there was a knock on the door signaling the arrival of dinner.

She stood with a groan, wiping her hands down her pants before grabbing her wallet from the counter.

When she opened the door, Feyre's eyes were on her wallet, pulling bills. "Thank gods you arrived. I'm starv-" her words cut off abruptly as she took in the man standing before her, not at all what she was expecting.

He was gorgeous.

And he certainly didn't look like any delivery boy Feyre had ever seen. Dark, silky hair curled slightly over his forehead, framing a tanned face. Deep violet eyes came next, a color unlike any she had ever seen before. A color she desperately wanted to paint. His was probably the most beautiful man she'd laid eyes on, and everything below his face was just a nice to look at, too. Sculpted shoulders were wrapped in a tight, black cotton t-shirt that tapered down to his waist and legs, clad in dark jeans. He was barefoot.

A noise startled Feyre, and she looked up quickly.

There was a smirk on his face as he held out a brown paper bag, clearing his throat before speaking. "You'll catch flies that way, darling," he drawled.

Feyre snapped her mouth shut, a blush creeping up her neck. This was so embarrassing.

He chuckled, holding the bag up again. "I think this is supposed to be yours, but it got delivered to my place." He motioned behind him to a door that stood ajar across the landing from Feyre's.

"Oh," she breathed. "Thank you." There was something thrilling about that doorway, Feyre thought, and then she mentally shook herself for being such a girl. Her blue eyes met those violet ones again which were sparkling with wicked delight. If possible, her blush deepened.

"Are you going to take the bag?" He asked, that smirk still on his pretty face.

"Oh gods," Feyre moaned. "Yes, thank you. How much was it?" She grabbed the bag from him, their fingers brushing in just the tiniest of touches, but it sent a shiver down her body nonetheless.

His own eyes widened a little at the contact, but he recovered smoothly. "This one is on me," he said, that damn smirk still on his lips.

"You don't have to do that." Some of her senses were returning, and Feyre again grabbed for the money in her wallet.

Her neighbor stepped back, his hands up in the air so she couldn't hand him the cash. "I want to," he said with another grin. Then, he turned and took the few steps back toward his apartment. Before he entered the door though, he looked over his shoulder and said, "you can get the next one." And then he was gone.

"Mother above," Feyre groaned, stepping back into her own apartment and leaning heavily against the door. "That man is lethal." And then a thought occurred to her - she didn't even ask his name. Another groan, "Oh, Feyre, you're such an idiot."

The smell of Thai food wafted up from the bag in her hands and he stomach grumbled loudly.

At least she wouldn't go hungry.

~*~Rhys~*~

"You can get the next one?" A mocking voice met Rhys's ears as he walked back through his apartment door. He cringed and threw his roommate and best friend a sheepish grin.

"That was bad, wasn't it?" He asked Cassian as he closed the door and leaned against it.

The other man let out a huff of laughter, grinning wildly. "It sounds like something I would say."

"Damn...it was really bad, then." Rhys smiled when he saw the finger Cassian sent his way. The brute still had a devilish grin on his face, though.

The two of them had been friends since they were children, along with Azriel, the third to their trio of misfits. They'd grown up together - in all the ways that counted, they were brothers - and Rhys couldn't imagine having anyone else guard his back. They'd been through hell and back, these three, and would stay that way until the end. All three of them worked together at Rhys's father's business, Seren Construction. Cassian and Rhys shared an apartment, and Azriel stayed over often enough he might as well have lived there, too, so the boys were usually always together. Which meant their noses were quite often in each other's business.

Like now.

"Told you she was a looker."

Rhys stepped farther into the room and headed toward the kitchen. He needed a drink. A strong one. "Pardon me for not trusting your taste in women, Cass. Your track record leaves a little to be desired." He poured a generous amount of Scotch into two glasses, bringing one over to Cassian. "But you were right."

Cassian clinked his glass against Rhys's, throwing the drink back in one long swallow. "Think she'll ever talk to you again?"

Rhys's mind flashed back to the look on her face as her eyes traveled down his body, the blush on her cheeks when he caught her staring. He grinned. "I think so."

"Twenty bucks says she avoids you until Friday."

Rhys didn't even hesitate. "Fifty says she not only talks to me before Friday, but she buys me dinner, too."

There was a glint in Cassian's eyes as he said, "Deal," and shook Rhys's outstretched hand.

"Did I just hear a bet being made?" Another voice sounded down the hallway, followed shortly by Azriel as he stepped into the living room. "What mess am I going to need to clean up this time?"

Cassian slapped Rhys on the back. Hard. "Nothing. Just lover boy over here putting the moves on our new neighbor. I bet him she would avoid him until Friday."

"That the girl with the sisters? The apartment across the hall?" Azriel pointed toward the door, staring as if he could see through to the other side.

"How do you know they're sisters?" Cassian's gaze followed Azriel's as the other man shrugged.

"They all looked alike. It's not hard to guess." At the look both men were giving him, he amended, "and I heard them talking with the superintendent this morning when they picked up her keys." He dropped down onto the couch and sprawled his arms across the back.

Cassian chuckled, "You're such a little gossip and spy."

Azriel ignored him. "You talked to the new girl?" His question was directed at Rhys.

Rhys took his own seat in an armchair, resting his head back against the cool leather and closing his eyes. "I brought her her takeout." He didn't even need to look to know Azriel's eyebrow was raised in a silent question. "It was delivered here accidentally, I swear."

Cassian erupted in laughter again. "That's a damn good idea though, Az. Grabbing food from the delivery boy to have a reason to chat up the neighbor."

Rhys groaned. "Now look what you've done. You're giving him ideas."

Azriel waved the suggestion away with a hand. "He doesn't need my help making an ass of himself, Rhys. You know that." He also ignored the finger Cassian sent his way. "I want to hear more about the new girl."

Rhys lifted his head and opened his eyes slowly. He blinked once. Twice. Then, a small grin slid onto his face. "She's…"

"Hot," Cassian supplied, finishing Rhys's statement.

Rhys wasn't exactly sure what he would have said, anyway, so he shrugged instead. She was certainly beautiful, and he felt his face getting a little warm at the memory of how her t-shirt seemed to cling in all the right places and the v-neck dipped just so. Even sweaty and disheveled from moving all day hadn't done much to hide how attractive she was. At least, how attractive Rhys found her.

This time, when he caught sight of Azriel's raised eyebrow he answered, "She's intriguing."

His brother studied him for a few minutes from across the room. He seemed to be weighing that answer carefully. Then, with a glance at Cassian and a matching feral grin, he asked, "How much to get in on this bet?"

Rhys groaned at the same time that Cassian let out a loud bark of laughter.