You guyyyyys I am so sorry it took me so long to update this fic...! I went on a hike for work during two weeks, then I had family over, then I had my work,... anyway here's chapter 4, I hope you'll like it!
As always, minimum editing, this is just a fun fake dating AU, so enjoy!

They'd arrived at the hotel an hour earlier, just after noon. After a tour of the lobby, the reception room, the garden where the wedding ceremony would happen, and the bar downstairs, they were now in the room they were going to share for the next three nights. Taking in the very large king-size bed, Feyre relaxed a little bit. At least this bed was big enough for them to share it without being forced to snuggle or anything. That was definitely a relief. Rhysand was a great person, he was thoughtful and funny, and so far she was having a great time in his company, but that wasn't a reason to get cozy in their bedroom. He seemed to think the same, and he offered her the use of the bathroom if she wanted to change into her dress for the rehearsals.

She came out five minutes later, and found him buttoning up a white shirt. He was still on the first buttons, and Feyre took in his incredibly muscled belly, as well as the intricate black tattoos that covered the top half of his brown skin. She saw his fingers freeze and she looked up to find him smirking at her, a look letting her know that he knew exactly what she'd been looking at.

"Seeing something you like, Darling?"

She suppressed a roll of her eyes and shook her head. "I was looking at your tattoos."

He snorted and started buttoning his shirt again. "Sure."

"I was!"

He opened his mouth, but before he could answer with what she was sure to be a witty remark, they were interrupted by a knock on the door. Rhys turned away from the door and kept getting dressed, and Feyre went to open to her sister.

"Nesta."

Her oldest sister was already gorgeously dressed in a light red couture dress, her hair and makeup perfect. Feyre thought of how she looked like, with her normal summer dress, the straps of her bathing suit showing on her shoulders, her hair tied in a loose bun and her makeup done quickly that morning, and felt suddenly a little down. She knew Nesta was the most beautiful of them all, and she didn't normally care about it, but knowing she would see Tamlin later that day made her want to look her best.

"Hey," her sister said, kissing her on the cheek. "Elain needs you downstairs in half an hour for the rehearsal ceremony."

"Yeah she told me. I'll see you there?"

"Sure."

Nesta left and Feyre turned back to Rhys, who was now fully dressed and putting on a simple black jacket. He really was very handsome.

He turned to her, smiled and said: "So, shall we go downstairs?"

"We still have some time before the ceremony."

"Yeah I know but I figured we could get a drink at the bar? Give us time to get used to being in public together. What do you think?"

She agreed and they left the room together, Feyre looping her arm with his. They were about to go down the stairs when Rhys said.

"You look gorgeous, by the way."

Taken aback, she thanked him softly, and walked with more confidence.

It was weird, holding hands with him as they drank in silence. Weird, because it didn't feel weird. Their fingers were intertwined, she could feel his thumb running in slow circles against hers, and he didn't even seem to notice he was doing it. The silence wasn't uncomfortable either, and Feyre was more relaxed about what was to come with every passing minute. Maybe this weekend would not be too awful with him at her side.

A voice coming from the adjacent lobby made her change her mind very quickly.

"Lucien, hey!"

"Tam, you made it in time."

"Yes, I left work early to get here for the ceremony."

"I'm glad. What do you say you leave your luggage here and we can get to it? Elain is getting a bit stressed, and we're already five minutes behind schedule."

"I was hoping to take a shower before but… alright. You owe me one, though."

"Sure, sure," Lucien answered, and she tensed as she heard their voice getting closer to the bar. Rhys grabbed her hand tighter and whispered in her ear "it's gonna be fine, Feyre. I'm here with you."

He was still leaning close to her when the two men entered the room and Feyre saw her ex for the first time since their breakup. He froze when he saw her, and she immediately saw his fist clench as he took in the man holding her hand and slowly moving away from her neck. They all stayed silent for a long second before Lucien coughed and spoke.

"Feyre, we're ready to go to the rehearsal ceremony, whenever you want to join us."

Feyre looked at him. "I'll be right there." She then turned to Rhys and smiled with as much affection as she could muster. "Do you mind being on your own for a while?"

He answered without missing a beat. "Of course not, Darling, I'll wait right here for you."

She could feel Tamlin staring at them, and because seeing him had brought back all the anger she'd felt when she'd left him, she didn't immediately let go of Rhysand's hand, and instead she leaned into him and kissed him.

Is kissing off limits?

It's fine by me, but I hope you're a good kisser!

I am, but that's not the point. Can I kiss you this weekend?

I'm okay with it if it doesn't make you uncomfortable. It's just a kiss, Darling.

It didn't feel like just a kiss. His lips were warm and soft, and she felt his hand move to her cheek and gently cup her face. She made it last a moment longer than necessary, her eyes closed, taking in the scent of citrus invading her mind and the warmth of his fingers against her skin. He was smiling when they broke apart, and he whispered "good luck" before letting go of her cheek and hand, and relaxing in his chair with a contented look towards Tamlin.

Still flustered by the unexpected good time she'd just experienced, Feyre got up and went into the corridor leading to the reception room, brushing past Tamlin without a look in his direction. She felt him follow him and he grabbed her elbow to make her look at him.

"Who the hell is that?"

"Let go of me."
"Who the hell is that!?"

She yanked her arm from his grip and crossed her arms.

"It's none of your business."

"Like hell it's not. Do you think you're funny, bringing some guy here to show off in front of me?"

She almost blushed at seeing him land so close to the truth, but she didn't back down."I'm not here to 'show off', he's my boyfriend. Do you have a problem with that?"

Before he could answer, Elain's head popped out of the next room, visibly angry. "When you guys are done arguing, we're waiting for you to start here."

Feyre moved away from Tamlin and entered.

"Sorry Elain."

Tamlin followed her without apologizing and came to a stop beside her. Right, he was Lucien's best man and she was to enter the wedding at his arm. Great. As the officiant briefed them on the order of appearance (Nesta and one of Lucien's cousins, then Feyre and Tamlin, then Elain alone), Feyre could feel the anger coming from Tamlin. Oh, he was not going to drop it easily.

They started to mimic what they would have to do on Sunday, and Feyre reluctantly let Tamlin hook their arms together. As they started walking, he let out an angry whisper.

"You had no right bringing someone today."

"No right? Since when do you get to decide what I'm allowed to do, Tam?"

"You're ridiculous, Feyre. I don't care that you came with someone, but it's pathetic. You're going to ruin Elain and Lucien's wedding with your drama."

"Before you got here, there was no drama whatsoever. It seems like you're the only one trying to make a scene!"

And with that, they reached the wedding arch, she let go of his arm and went to her designated spot without looking back.