The Prince of Darkness is a gentleman

Chapter 10

~ Feyre ~

After Rhys had flown us back to the Court and escorted us to my room, he bid me goodnight. I found bedclothes in my closet and crawled under the silky- yet warm -sheets on my new bed. I fell asleep haunted by a pair of stunning violet eyes.

When I awoke in the morning, I found myself facing the same pair of eyes. Unsurprisingly, I startled and shot up bolt upright.

"Rhys, what the hell are you doing here? When the hell did you get in my bed? You can't just do that!" I yell at him.
"Shut up, love." He groans, rolling over onto his front and burying his face into the pillow, his arm still around my waist. Is he shirtless?
"Rhys..." I don't know what to do, surely I can't allow this, there's Tamlin to consider... But I, once again, do nothing.

When I wake up again, snuggled against Rhys' gloriously naked chest - did I actually just think that- I all but throw myself out of his arms. It was hard to do, don't get me wrong, but I felt almost guilty.
"Rhys, this is serious!" I say and give him a light slap on his back to emphasise my point. He mumbles something unintelligible but turns around to glare at me.
"Not a morning person then?" I enquire. He moves to sit upward and I freeze- does he have pants on?

He smirks. "Stay out my head, Rhys."
"Its hard, love when you're throwing your thoughts at me." And yes, I have pants on, he says into my head.
"When did you get in my bed? Why? One time is fine, it was an accident, whatever, not again though Rhys, I am NOT your plaything!" Maybe its too early for Rhys to be able to hide his expressions because he looks almost offended, a slight pout on his flawless lips. Quite an attractive pout.
"You were shouting for me through the bond into my head, I couldn't shut you out and you wouldn't stop." He frowns "I didn't see the intrusion coming when I made our bond." His eyes meet mine and he says seriously, "And I'm aware you're not anyone's plaything."

Come on though, he didn't have to climb in with me, he could've just woken me up! After thinking this, I voice my thoughts aloud.
"You shouldn't wake sleep talkers, walkers, one of those. It worked the night before so I just..." He then blushes?! Some part of me decides to stop arguing there. It's not the worst thing in the world that I got another good night's sleep. I won't apologise but I don't want to yell at him for something that was technically my fault. I would just have to fix it.

"How do I stop breaking into your head?" I was at a loss for what to call it. He sits up on the bed and it takes a larger amount of willpower than I expected to prevent my gaze from wandering to his bare chest. His gaze captures my own, thankfully with no knowing smile.

"I could teach you?" He offers. I frown and ask,
"Don't you have any important High Lordly business to attend to?"
"Nothing that can't temporarily be put on hold." Interesting, what with the way Tamlin goes about things, I would've thought it'd be more urgent.
"Then it would be an honour to take advantage of you." His smirk finally reappears.
"If you consider basic children's magic lessons 'taking advantage' then you have a lot to learn from Night."

When we're both dressed, Rhys returns to my rooms. As there is only a single love seat in front of a ground table in terms of sitting we have to share it. Interestingly, I'm fine with that arrangement, for convenience, obviously.

Rhys tells me he apparently has to hold my temples to be able to focus our minds properly. I'm supposed to be emptying my thoughts but its hard when his face is so close to my own. It's annoyingly distracting in it's perfect symmetry. I'm envious of his thick black lashes which I can admire freely; he has closed his eyes. On this small black seat we are quite close together and we both have crossed our legs. My hands are folded in my lap and his fingertips are gently resting on my temples sending sparks along my body.