Okay I'm actually keeping up to my schedule of one chapter a week so far, I hope I'll keep doing that well ! Here's chapter 6, and before you read it, quick disclaimer : I'm really bad at describing places when I write in English, so don't be mad but there's a whole section of this chapter I'm really not happy about ^^'

I hope you enjoy it nonetheless !

Rhys and Morrigan walked into the cafe across from his office. It was Thursday already, and the week had gone by in a flash. Granted, the two lunch dates with Feyre had probably helped a little. They had met on Monday and Wednesday, and during those occasions, he hadn't been able to keep away from her, whether by holding her hand, by pressing his hand on her back to lead her through a door, by tucking some strand of hair away from her face,... he'd just wanted to feel her against him all the time. She hadn't seemed to mind either, not hesitating to peck him on the lips as a goodbye, and not backing away when he had slipped a hand around her waist to keep her close to him and make the kiss last just a few seconds longer. They'd kept on texting everyday since their first date, and every time he left her, he was missing her the moment she was out of sight.

He sat down in front of Mor, stirring his thoughts away from Feyre to listen to what his cousin was telling him.

"So I was thinking you should tell Azriel to come with us to Rita's tonight. He's been working way too hard on this new security system for the office network, I'm not even sure he went home last night."

"I get that Mor, I just don't understand why you think I would have more success inviting him than you did. He never agrees to go out when I invite him, I don't see why today would be any different."

"Well… I already tried and he refused. He told me that you needed the new system to be ready by tomorrow, so it's your fault he's not coming, you have to fix it."

"It does have to be ready tomorrow, you know it does, you heard your father as well as I did during the meeting on Tuesday. And don't tell me you actually believe I would force my brother to work day and night without a break. If he told you he wouldn't come, he won't come and nothing I can say will change that."

"Yes but Rhys, Cassian came home last night and we didn't celebrate yet, Az has to be here."

"I know, I'll do what I can to convince him but you know him as well as I do, if he doesn't want to leave the office tonight, he won't leave the office."

"Well then we'll just celebrate tomorrow night."

"I can't tomorrow, I'm busy."

"Busy ? With what ? Amren is in Europe with Varian, and I'll be hanging out with Cassian and Azriel. Do you have other friends ?"

He chuckled at her joke, and considered his answer for a few seconds before saying :

"No I… I have a date."

"A date, huh ? Is it with that girl you told me about last week? The one you "weren't going to see again" ?"

"... Yes. I actually went out with her on Saturday and it went really well."

Mor started asking him questions again, but he stayed vague about his answers. He didn't want to give her too many details, like for example the fact that their next date was going to happen at his house, where he had offered to cook for her. He wasn't exactly willing to see his cousin barge into his living room in the middle of his date to introduce herself to Feyre. Meeting Feyre for lunch had been nice, but he was eager to see her in a more intimate setting, if only so that she might be more relaxed. She was hiding it well, but he could see the shadows that sometimes entered her eyes when she thought he wasn't looking at her. He didn't know anything too personal about her, she hadn't seemed willing to talk about her family, or her ex, and he hadn't pushed the subjects, hoping that she would open up when she'd feel comfortable enough. Maybe being alone together instead of at a restaurant would help her feel more at ease around him, at least that's what he hoped. He couldn't remember the last time he'd felt that attracted to someone, both physically and intellectually, so he wanted everything to go as well as possible, and an impromptu visit from his cousin wasn't exactly part of a perfect night.

Feyre entered the cab and gave the driver Rhys' address. She laid back on her seat and took a deep breath, once more thinking about the events of the past week. She'd kept smiling all Sunday when she thought about him (which had been a lot, considering they'd kept on texting regularly throughout the day), recalling the sensation of his warm lips against hers, and she'd been the one suggesting meeting him for lunch on Monday. After seeing each other five times in barely a week, and sharing a few sweet kisses since Saturday, there was no denying that she found him extremely charming, and enjoyed spending time with him, but she was now headed to his house to have dinner with him, and that was quite different from just seeing him for a quick lunch. She was excited to see him again, glad he had invited her to his home, but she didn't know if it was a good idea getting closer to him. She felt good when she saw him, but there was some other feeling crawling under the surface, and the more she thought about it, the more it felt like guilt. Guilt when she'd been the one initiating the quick kisses they'd shared, guilt when she'd let him deepen those kisses ever so slightly, guilt when she'd delighted in their conversations over the week. Every time she started enjoying herself, her mind immediately went to Tamlin, and the way she'd left him, and that even though the end of their relationship had been rough, that didn't excuse her for already starting to like somebody else. But when Rhys had offered a dinner at his house on Friday, she hadn't been able to resist saying yes, eager to see him again.

The taxi stopped and she paid the driver before she stepped out and found Rhys waiting for her on the front steps of a three story townhouse. He stood up to meet her and she smiled as she took in his light pair of jeans and the maroon shirt unbuttoned at the top from which she could see his tattoos peering out, immediately glad to have accepted their date.

"Hey you."

"Hey Feyre," he answered, giving her a small peck on the cheek and taking her hand in his.

"So you do have clothes in other colors."

"I do. Do you like it ?"

"It's not too bad," she said, glad to see him blush a bit at that answer. She looked behind him, taking in the full measure of the townhouse, just now realizing they were in one of the most expensive residential districts of the city.

"This is your house ?"

"Yeah, do you want a tour ?"

"Hum, yeah sure."

He led her up the stairs and into the house. They entered a small hall, and Rhys took her jacket to hang it on a hook by the front door, before leading her into the living room to their right. The place was … cozy, there was no other way to describe it. The entire wall in front of them was covered in books, and there were two grey chairs and an accompanying couch in the room, that one oriented at the TV, while the chairs were closer to the window, probably meant to be a place to read. On the left side of the room, the space was open and she could see the kitchen from where they were standing. He followed her gaze and started talking :

"The kitchen's over there, I thought we'd eat in there if that's fine with you ? The dining room is pretty big and I generally prefer to use it only for formal meetings and stuffs like that."

"Oh sure, wherever you want is fine. You know, if we were eating at my apartment, we'd basically have the choice between eating standing up or sitting on my bed, so the kitchen is fine !"

She realized what she'd said the second the words left her mouth. Making jokes about inviting him on her bed wasn't exactly what she should be doing if she wanted to take it slow with him. He raised a suggestive eyebrow at her and said :

"Well maybe I wouldn't mind sitting on your bed, Darling."

She rolled her eyes and followed him when he offered to show her the garden. They crossed the kitchen and he opened a glass door to reveal a small garden surrounded by massive trees that shielded it from being exposed to the neighbors.

"It's not special or anything, I'm not good with flowers or vegetables so it's basically just grass, but I like to sit out there by myself sometimes, it's... calm."

"I like it that way. Although my sister would disagree if she saw it, she'd probably redesign the whole thing with some exotic plant or something."

"You have a sister ?" He answered, turning towards her. He seemed genuinely interested and she realized they had never before talked about their close families.

"Two older sisters. Elain is a florist, she's always been really good with growing stuffs so her career was always kind of a given."

"And your other sister ?"

"Nesta. She's… Well Nesta is a far too complicated person to be summed up by her job or her hobby."

He laughed at that and gently took her hand again, leading her back inside and up the stairs, passing rapidly the second floor and telling her it had three bedrooms with joined bathrooms. He did not explicitly tell her which one was his bedroom - not that she wanted to know, she reminded herself as they climbed up towards the third floor. On that floor was a fourth bedroom, a small bathroom and a study, and finally, a last flight of stairs led them to what was clearly what Rhys was the most enthusiastic about, the rooftop of his house. Pebbles covered the entire roof, and a table and some chairs were installed in the middle of it. What seemed to be a jacuzzi took up a large portion of the left side of the terrace, and an outdoor sofa occupied the right side. But it wasn't all of this that made Feyre gasp. It was the view they had from there. They could see the entirety of Velaris, lights illuminating the bay, the ocean looking like a giant mirror where she could see the reflection of the night sky above them. She approached the rail of the rooftop and leaned against it, taking in the city. She felt him coming up next to her and they watched the city in silence for a few moments before she found the strength to tear her eyes away from the stars and look at him.

"Can I ask you a question ?"

"Anything."

"How does a 28 year old employee manage to afford a place like that in one of the most expensive districts of Velaris ?"

He looked at her for an eternity before answering.

"There's something I need to tell you."