Hi everyone! So... this is the last chapter! I really hope you guys like it :D

The wedding reception was in full swing around them, and Rhys smiled as he watched the newlyweds dancing to the cheerful music. He glanced at Feyre, sitting beside him, as gorgeous as ever in the soft light, hoping to ask her to dance.

But she was staring at nothing, a look of sadness on her face.

"Feyre, are you okay?" He asked, gently laying a hand on her arm. She startled at the touch, as if coming back from a dream, and gave him a dazy smile.

"Yeah, sorry. I'm just a little out of it, I guess."

"That's what I thought. Do you want to talk about it?"

She seemed to consider his offer for a minute, but then she shook her head.

"It's fine, really. I'm fine." She paused, before adding, "But thank you for caring so much."

"Of course."

They fell silent, and Rhys made use of that time to take in how beautiful she looked in the candlelight. He lowered his hand to interlace their fingers together, and was delighted to see a blush form on her cheeks.

But suddenly, she looked away and took her hand back, as if his touch was burning her. He was about to ask her what was going on, but she got up before he could say a word.

"I need to go to the bathroom. I'll see you in a while?"

"Er… Sure," he stuttered, but she was already walking away. He watched her leave the reception room without really knowing what to do with himself, hesitating as to whether or not he should go after her. But he decided against it. If she needed some time alone, he wasn't about to deny her.

So he got up and walked towards the bar to get a couple of drinks for when she'd be back. Hopefully feeling better, or ready to talk to him.

Feyre watched her reflection in the mirror, willing herself to keep the tears in.

She needed to forget about what Tamlin had told her. It was supposed to rattle her, because he was a petty man, jealous of the fact that she was moving on from him. She knew that. But she couldn't help the feeling that was slowly sinking in, that maybe she had gotten too carried away about the whole situation with Rhys.

They'd had a lot of fun over the weekend, but maybe she should have been more cautious about getting attached to him so fast. Because she could feel it. That pull towards him, the desire to tell him more about herself, and to learn all the little things about him that could only be known by spending more time together. She could feel it, and she knew she shouldn't. Not barely a week after meeting him.

Even if the last two days had been intense.

And maybe that was the problem. They had gone from zero to a hundred so fast, that maybe what she felt for him wasn't real. How could she know what was real and what was pretense, when they were literally faking being a couple for everybody around them?

And what about Rhys? What would he think of her once the pretense was over? Tamlin's words kept repeating in her head, and she couldn't help but think maybe they were more true than she wished them to be. What if, once the intensity of the weekend's events went away, he realized she wasn't actually as interesting as he thought? What if she had latched on to him too quickly and he ended up thinking she wasn't worth his time?

She wasn't ready to talk to Rhys about all of this right now. Or at least she didn't think she was. But she couldn't avoid him forever. Even if she chose to skip the rest of the reception, they still shared a room together. Maybe she could go up now and pretend to be asleep when he came to bed? But what about tomorrow morning? They were supposed to go back to the city together, so she couldn't just avoid talking to him all morning. And if she was being honest, she didn't really want to avoid him.

No, she wanted to go back to the reception, dance with him, have a few drinks, then go back to their room, and spend another great night in his arms. That's what she wanted. But she knew that if she did so, she wouldn't have the courage to talk to him about everything that was plaguing her mind.

She was startled by the noise of the door opening, and two women entered, chatting vividly. She smiled at them, and tried to compose herself as one of them went into a stall, and the other got lipstick out of her bag to touch up her make-up.

She needed to get out of here and face all of this. Tonight. Because if she let it go any longer, she would just end up getting hurt even more. Sighing, she shook her head slightly and left the bathroom with a last smile to the woman.

But as she was reaching the entrance to the reception room, she felt overwhelmed by the music, and the sound of people chatting. And maybe that made her a coward, but instead of going in, she turned away, and headed out into the night.

Rhys found her sitting on the beach outside the hotel, where they'd gone swimming two days before. She had untied her hair and taken her shoes off, and was staring off at the ocean, hugging her knees with both arms. He came up beside her, and although he was sure that she was aware of his presence, she didn't turn. So he sat down next to her and waited. Waited for her to talk to him, or tell him to go away.

And for a long moment, the sound of the waves crashing on the shore was the only thing breaking the silence around them. Until finally, she extended a hand to him, and he slipped his fingers between hers.

"I don't know how to explain myself."

"You don't have to."

She chuckled.

"Oh, but I do. I need to, anyway."

"Okay," he answered, and waited again. She took a deep breath, before continuing.

"I guess I'm just… afraid of what's coming next. For us. I mean, this weekend is all fun and games, but I don't know what's real, and what's not."

He turned to look at her, but she was still staring at the ocean.

"What do you mean?"

"Everything has been so… intense. And then there's the fact that we've been lying to everyone all weekend, and… I guess I don't know what to think about it. I mean," she added, talking quickly, as if she wanted to let it all out at once, "what happens next? How do we know that any of this was real? I mean, maybe once you see me in a non-fancy dress you won't like me. I'm not that interesting of a person, you know, and -"

"Feyre," He cut her off. "Look at me."

She turned to him, and he could see that she had tears in her eyes.

"What makes you think I only like you in fancy dresses?"

She seemed to blush a little. "I mean, the dress thing was just an example."

He couldn't stop a small laugh from escaping him. "Where is this coming from? Have I done something to make you feel that way?"

"No," she answered immediately, before looking down at the sand. She looked almost guilty. "I guess I just feel very insecure about this whole thing between us. I don't know if faking was a good idea."

He reached out to cup her cheek.

"Feyre, I might have lied to a couple of guests about how long we've known each other, but that's about the extent of it. Everything I told you, everything we did, that was all real. And call me crazy, but I don't think you were hiding yourself behind a facade, either." She gave him a small smile and a slight shake of her head that made him grin. "See? I knew it." She outright laughed now, and he joined her. "What I mean is that I know this weekend was crazy, and I know that not everyday is going to be like that. But I don't mind. I don't just want the crazy days with you, Feyre, I want the mundane, boring days, too. And if you want that too, then maybe we could give it a shot. What do you say? Do you want to go on a date this week? A real first date?"

Her smile turned into a larger grin, and he brushed a tear from her cheek with his thumb.

"I really want to."

He leaned over to capture her lips in his, and felt her smile against him as she slipped both hands around his neck and kissed him back. He told her everything in that kiss. How much he enjoyed holding her, and how he never wanted her to stop, and how maybe, just maybe, he was starting to fall in love with her. And he might be crazy, but as she deepened their kiss, he thought she might be telling him the same thing.

They would have to go back to the wedding reception eventually, and then they would go back to their real lives, and go on a real date. And Rhys knew, in the bottom of his heart, he knew that someday, he would marry this woman.

But for now, they just kissed, tangled together on the beach, the crashing of the waves the only sound that existed around them. And that was enough.