Chapter 7 is here, and things are starting to get kinda fluffyyyyy...! Hope you'll enjoy it! :)

"Should we head in?" Rhysand asked her after maybe an hour on the balcony.

It was starting to get really late, and if he was being honest, not wearing a shirt or a sweater left him shivering slightly.

"Sure," Feyre answered beside him, and she unfolded her legs from under herself to get up. He followed her inside and let himself enjoy the view of her bare legs as she got closer to the bed, and looked at her taking off his hoodie, her slender body appearing under it.

"Now who's the one staring?" Her voice caught him off guard and he looked up to see her face turned halfway towards him, a triumphant smile on her lips.

"Well, it's not my fault if you're so pleasant to look at."

She laughed, and turned on the warm lights from the night stand before turning off the ceiling bright light. And suddenly, it felt intimate again. Suddenly, they were going to share a bed, sleeping close together, and he could just imagine laying her down on the blankets, and sharing a kiss like the one they'd had before, but a more private one, a real one. But he stopped his thoughts and came back to the present. To a present where it would probably be very awkward to sleep in the same bed with someone he barely knew. Even though it didn't feel like he barely knew her.

Feyre seemed to have had the same awkward realization, because she crossed her arms on her chest and didn't move any closer to the bed.

"So… how do you want to go about it? Do you have a favorite side or something?" He asked in an attempt to diffuse the tension.

It didn't work. She didn't look at him and only mumbled a low "no."

So Rhys took the lead. He climbed onto the bed, slid under the covers, and turned to look at her. "Do you want to leave the lights on?"

She shrugged. He needed to help her. So he started getting up. "I can sleep on the sofa if you're too uncomfortable for this, that's no problem."

"Oh, no," she finally answered, uncrossing her arms. "I'm just being ridiculous, of course we can share."

And a few seconds later, they were both laying down on their backs, staring at the ceiling, unable to articulate a single word. Finally, Rhys gathered the courage to talk.

"Did you enjoy today?" What a dumbass question, he thought immediately.

But at least, it got her to talk.

"I did, for the most part," she answered, and she turned her head to look at him. "Mostly because you were here, honestly."

In return, he smiled and turned on his side to face her. She didn't look away. "And it wasn't too hard, seeing him again?"

She took a minute before answering, and when she did, she stumbled on her words a few time. "It wasn't so much the fact that I saw him per se. But… well, when we were dating, we used to hang out with Lucien and Elain a lot, with Tam being Lucien's best friend and all. And I have to admit, ever since I broke up with him, I kind of avoided them too. So tonight, being at a table with all of them… it felt almost nostalgic, and I didn't want it to. Not with what he did to me. And especially not with Ianthe here. So, yeah. It's not seeing him, it's the whole situation. I love Elain, and Lucien and I used to be very close friends, but it feels like I fell back into a life that's not mine anymore, and it's hard."

While she was talking, she had turned completely on her side to face him, and she looked so vulnerable in the warm light of the night stand, Rhys wanted to take her in his arms.

"I'm so sorry, Feyre."

She gave him a smile. They fell silent for some time, and just when he was about to suggest turning the lights off, she spoke again. "I thought I was over him, over what he did to me. But when I saw him, and then when I saw he'd brought her, I just…" she trailed off. "I didn't think it was possible to get angry so quickly, but I did. It felt awful, but I just couldn't control myself. And I know it's ridiculous."

He extended a hand to gently grab hers, and she looked up at him. He wanted to tell her she wasn't acting crazy, but he knew she needed more. She needed proof that her reaction was normal.

"My first girlfriend cheated on me."

"Really?"

"Yeah. We dated for a few months in senior year of high school. She was very nice and very pretty, and my seventeen years old self was completely head over heels in love with her. And then after a few months I found out she had started sleeping with another guy on the side because I'd told her I wasn't ready to have sex yet."

"That's awful, I'm sorry."

"Don't worry about it. But that's not what I wanted to tell you."

"Oh?"

"I bumped into her at a party last year, and we talked for maybe ten minutes. And it's been more nearly ten years since high school, but it still felt awful to see her and think back about what she'd done to me. You're not ridiculous, Feyre. He hurt you bad, and you can't be expected to be over it easily. You're entitled to all the hate you want to give him, nobody's going to judge you. Not me, anyway."

She considered for a minute before smiling at him and letting out a small "thanks."

"Any time," he answered, and continued, "do you want to turn the lights off, now?"

"Yes please."

He turned his back to her and turned off the lamp.

He was starting to fall asleep when he felt an arm loop around his waist, and a slim, warm body press against his back.

"Is this okay?" She asked him in a low, almost shy voice.

He let his arm lay on top of her own and answered "of course."

They let the quiet of the night envelop them and, snuggled against one another, slowly drifted off to sleep.