So... if you follow me on Tumblr, you might remember back in February when I took a two-weeks break from writing. Yeah that was three months ago lmaooooo I'm so sorry you guys! Chapter 15 is here, I really hope you'll like it! :)

Rhys woke up to the salty smell of the ocean breeze coming from the balcony.

He kept his eyes closed for a few more moments, letting a smile take over his face as he remembered the previous night. Feyre coming back to their bedroom and sliding in the shower, naked and gorgeous, water running down her skin. His smile grew as he thought about everything that had followed, holding her against him afterwards, and falling asleep with her body against his.

She wasn't there right now.

That made him open his eyes. He looked around the room, not finding her, but the balcony doors were open. Getting out of bed, he fished out a pair of clean underwear from his bag and put on a pair of jeans, not bothering with a shirt. He approached the balcony in silence and indeed, Feyre was here, wearing what was unmistakably one of his shirts, and nothing else. Her hair was loose, and she was watching the ocean, her arms resting on the railing.

He took a few seconds to admire her long, slender legs that had been tangled in his for the last two nights. Then he moved to join her, gently letting his arms envelop her in a hug, pressing a light kiss on her temple.

She stiffened in surprise for a half second before relaxing and snuggling closer to him.

"Hey," he said against her, his voice softer than he'd expected it to be. He didn't mind, not when Feyre turned her face to him and answered by capturing his lips in hers, a warm kiss that made him melt more than he cared to admit.

"Hi," she said against his lips. "Did I wake you? I just wanted to get some fresh air before the day starts."

"You didn't." He tore his eyes from hers to look back at the stunning view in front of them, letting his chin rest on her shoulder. And he could have spent the whole day like that, looking out at the ocean, listening to the soft sound of the waves breaking apart on the beach, holding Feyre in his arms and feeling her chest rise and fall as she breathed.

But, for all that she had smiled at him and kissed him, he could feel her fidgeting against him, her fingers drumming against the rail. And maybe he shouldn't, maybe he wasn't supposed to ask her about it, not after knowing her for only a week. Maybe he should just kiss her and act as if he didn't realize how restless she was. He didn't do that.

"You feeling okay?"

She took in a deep breath, and exhaled, before answering.

"Not really, no. I mean, I'm feeling good ," and he felt her chuckle before she added "mostly thanks to you." He laughed too and tightened his arms around her. "I'm just… nervous, I guess. I really don't want to be near him anymore."

He didn't ask who she was talking about. He knew. "It's just an afternoon, Feyre, it'll be okay once it's over."

"Will it? Yes, the wedding is gonna be quick but… My sister and Lucien are friends with him. Elain, not so much since we broke up, but Lucien has been Tamlin's best friend since they were teenagers. They do everything together. I wish he would be out of my life completely."

He didn't really know how to help her, because it was true, and it sucked that she was stuck with her ex boyfriend in her life. So he just said, hoping to help her feel better:

"At least the weekend will be over soon,"

But at the silence that greeted him, he guessed he was wrong. Finally, she answered:

"I'm not ready for this weekend to end just yet."

She turned into his arms and looked up at him, and he took a second to lose himself in the clear of her eyes, the curve of her lips, the faint freckles on her nose. And then she talked, her voice soft.

"Rhys, I'm really glad you're here."

She sounded almost scared of telling him that, and she looked so vulnerable that he wanted nothing more than to kiss her and make her understand how he felt. How he was already starting to feel about her, despite the fact that they'd met barely a week ago. But he couldn't do that, not when they'd met only a week before.

So he moved his hands from her waist to her neck, and smiled.

"I'm very glad I'm here with you, too."

And he was about to kiss her when the alarm sounded inside the room, bringing them back to reality.

"We should get ready," she said against him, and he nodded.

They spent the morning apart, Feyre busy helping her sister get ready, Rhys enjoying some time by the hotel swimming pool in the warmth of the summer sun. Then they ate a small lunch, and went back upstairs to get ready for the wedding. Rhys put on the suit he'd brought with him, fixed his tie and sat on the bed to wait. Feyre came out of the bathroom after a while, and he found himself speechless at the sight of her.

She was wearing a short blue strapless dress and high heel sandals, and her hair was tied in an intricate updo. She gave him a shy smile from where she was standing, and Rhys felt his heart miss a bit. Unable to look away from her, he got up and walked to her, lifting a hand to gently caress her cheek.

"You look gorgeous," he said in a soft voice, and was delighted when he saw a light blush appear under her make-up.

She looked down and her eyes stopped on his tie, her shy smile turning into a grin.

"Your tie does match with my dress."

"Told you it would, didn't I?"

"Indeed," she looked back up at him, "What are you thinking about?"

He moved his hand from her cheek to her neck. "I'm thinking about how I would very much like to kiss you right now."

She chuckled at that. "I'm sorry, I can't let you ruin my makeup."

"Oh, I know! That's why I'm only thinking about it, I wouldn't dream of messing it up."

They fell silent, standing much closer than he'd realized, her breast brushing against his chest with every breath she took, the breeze of the ocean mixing with the delicate smell of her perfume. She rose to her toes and whispered against his mouth:

"I mean, maybe you can kiss me just a little. If you're careful."

"I'll be very careful, then," he answered in the same tone, and slowly caught her lips, only brushing lightly against them, their nose touching every time they moved. He slid an arm around her waist, holding her against him, and smiled as she was the one to deepen their kiss.

He could have spent the rest of the day like that, holding her in his arms, kissing her as if nothing else mattered, as if there was no one else in the world, and nothing waiting for them outside of this little bubble of calm and affection they had created.

But of course, that wasn't true. Because the wedding was less than an hour away, and they needed to go. Reluctantly, Feyre took a step away from him and smiled.

"As much as I want to stay here, we have to go."

He nodded and offered her his hand. "Shall we, Darling?"