Sebastian and Rylee spent the rest of the afternoon strolling the streets of Rome, taking in all the tourist traps they could.

They eventually walked long enough that they came upon the massive Trevi Fountain. Oceanus leading a chariot accompanied by tritons down into the waters below. An overwhelmingly beautiful sight.

Sebastian grabbed six coins from his pocket and handed three to Rylee. She looked up in confusion at him when she saw it was more than one coin.

"Alright. I had to look into this. This is serious business and isn't just some simple little fountain. There are rules." Sebastian stated, serious tone laying across his voice.

"Are there, now?" Rylee giggled.

"Yes. So. First off. When you toss each coin, you have to toss it from your right hand over your left shoulder. Don't ask me why. It's just the Roman rules." Sebastian chuckled, but went back to serious.

Rylee nodded, pretending to practice tossing from her right hand over her left shoulder.

"Also, tossing three coins is the only thing that will really be beneficial for us," Sebastian said.

Rylee nodded, showing she was listening intently, though she was curious why it had to be three.

"If you toss one coin into the Trevi Fountain, it means you'll return to Rome someday. Tossing two coins means you'll return and fall in love, and tossing three coins means you'll return, find love, and marry." Each time he stated a number, he held up that many fingers.

"Oh, so that's why we have to do all three, cause of the thing," Rylee said, trying not to laugh as she wiggled the fingers on her left hand.

Sebastian grabbed her hand from the air and slowly brought it to his lips, kissing her knuckles, "yep."

"Alright then, let's get tossing!" Rylee smiled as they stood beside one another and tossed them from their right hands over their left shoulders into the fountain one at a time. Really taking in and settling in the moment.

"So. When does the big suave Italian man come sweep me off my feet?" Rylee jokingly looked around.

"Oh shut up," Sebastian laughed.

She pretended to think it over for a moment, "Eh, Romanian is close enough." Rylee laughed as Sebastian scooped her into a big bear hug, squeezed her tightly and brought her in for a deep kiss.

Rylee was surprised, but didn't complain. They usually didn't participate in many public displays of affection. Sure, they'd hold hands, or do a quick peck of a kiss, but not what Sebastian had led to now. This had turned into something different, something more.

They both got lost in the moment, a simple kiss long gone as their tongues met, and Rylee's hands ended up combed through Sebastian's hair, pulling it lightly, as he pulled her close.

A whoop and a whistle from the small crowd around the fountain brought them back to Earth. A handful of people in the crowd clapped for them, as they quickly stopped.

Both their cheeks immediately burned red hot. And Sebastian adjusted his hat, hoping people didn't really pay attention to who he was.

They both waved shyly and linked hands, walking away from the crowd and down the street.

"I'm sorry...I don't know what came over me." Sebastian commented, almost embarrassed.

"I'm not." Rylee retorted.

Sebastian smiled at her and dropped his hold on her hand so he could toss his arm over her shoulder, pulling her in closer to his side.

They had walked far enough now that the hustle and bustle of the Trevi Fountain plaza was behind them now, and they found themselves down a quiet side street, strewn with various alleys.

Sebastian turned them both quickly down the next alley, lightly pinning Rylee between him and a stone wall.

Before she could ask what he was doing, he dipped down to kiss her again, just as deeply as he had in the plaza. Their tongues meeting again, picking up where they left off.

Rylee's hands immediately dove back into Sebastian's hair, gripping it in her fingers, while Sebastian lifted her off the ground, hands on her ass to support her as she crossed her legs behind him.

They stayed in the lone, quiet alley for...god how long? Rylee didn't even know. She had lost track of time but didn't even care. Both of them refused to be the first to separate, soaking every inch of each other in.

After a few more minutes that felt like forever, both Rylee and Sebastian separated at the same time, touching foreheads afterwords.

"God, I fucking love you Ry." Sebastian said in the lightest whisper possible.

"I love you Seb," Rylee responded, easiest sentence in the world to fall from her lips.

Suddenly realizing that, even though they were down a lone alley, they were still very much in public, Sebastian's cheeks tinted back to a light shade of pink.

"We should probably get back...you know...before it gets dark." Sebastian replied, clearing his throat and trying to regain control of himself.

"Mmm. Right. Yeah." Rylee agreed.

Sebastian slowly lowered Rylee to her feet and drifted his hand from her ass to her hand, squeezing it when they made contact.

Rylee couldn't help herself, she put her open hand on Sebastian's cheek, rubbing it gently. She stood up quickly on her toes and laid another slow, wanting kiss on his lips, a promise for later.

Rylee stretched her thumb over towards Sebastian's lips, wiping off a stray lipstick mark that appeared sometime in the last ten minutes. They left the alley hand in hand and scurried along to get back to the hotel.

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When they returned to their suite, they both couldn't help themselves, barely waiting until they got through the door to be all over each other. Clothes stripped and long forgotten, leaving a suggestive path to the bed across the suite.

Now, about an hour or so later, they both laid together, dripping pure bliss, as they stayed curled close to each other in bed, still trying to fully catch their breaths.

As they laid together Sebastian heard Rylee's stomach echo and growl loudly, surprisingly echoing off the bedroom wall.

"Wow, well. We better handle that, hmm?" Sebastian laughed as he gave Rylee another big kiss before he got out of bed. He decided to forgo grabbing his clothes as he disappeared into the bathroom.

For a moment, Rylee couldn't figure out what the bathroom had to do with food, but a few minutes later Sebastian called for Rylee to come into the room. She was confused but rolled out of bed to come see anyway.

Sebastian had run a bath, full of scents and oils that smelled absolutely divine mixed together and wafting through the air of the suite. He made sure Rylee was set up with the works. Wine, candles, the whole spiel.

"You hop on in. Relax. I'll go grab us dinner, yeah?"

Rylee gave him a swift kiss in agreement and Sebastian got dressed and headed back out to find the small diner that they had passed down the street earlier that day.

Rylee got undressed and stepped into the bathtub to soak, her muscles relaxing almost instantly in the steaming temperatures. The sun was setting, the room dimming down to the candlelight that was spread around the room.

As she finished her glass of wine, the water had begun to get cooler, so she decided that was her cue to get moving.

She got out and dried off and headed back towards the bedroom where she plucked Sebastian's shirt off the ground and put it on quickly. She also slid on her panties and sauntered out to the kitchen to refill her wine glass. Once she did, she took out her phone and plopped lightly on the couch, as to not disturb the glass in her hand.

Rylee scrolled through her phone, glancing at her various social media accounts and catching up on her friends lives. And there she saw it. Jocelyn Smith. Out with another article. What was it with this woman and their lives?

Rylee of course, out of blatant curiosity, clicked the hyperlink and began reading this woman's blurb.

Written by Jocelyn Smith

Y'all, we have updates, but it's a whirlwind. So sit tight and buckle up cause it gets confusing.

Our latest article gave you all the inside scoop that actor Sebastian Stan and his then girlfriend Rylee Summers had gotten engaged. Well we met up with some fellow news outlets and got an even crazier angle of this story.

The photographer from Now What? Magazine had spotted the two in Rome, Italy (where they have been on vacation for around a week), near the Colosseum when suddenly Sebastian had gotten down on one knee.

The proposal moment right? We should have expected these pictures to be lovely and romantic. But what makes the pictures interesting is Rylee herself.

It seemed as though, when Sebastian looked up at her, waiting for an answer, Rylee's face almost looked disgusted. Her face stone cold in the photos, barely even paying attention to him. She looked like she was not feeling it.

If she was that against the proposal, why did she say yes? Rylee, we're confused and disappointed. Are these two on the verge of a split? Is the engagement ring shes sporting even real? Is Rylee even here for Sebastian?

So many questions. So little time.

What do you all think? Comment below!

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Rylee tapped the link and multiple pictures loaded. She couldn't have rolled her eyes any further than they'd already gone. She knew the exact moment these pictures were from.

They were from this morning. They had just finished up their Colosseum tour and were outside on the sidewalk. Sebastian had dropped down to his knee to tie his shoe. And her RBF was out in full force because of the sun in front of her. Resting bitch face was rough to have sometimes.

How could anyone think these are proposal pictures? What a joke.

Rylee hesitated but clicked back to the article and scrolled to the bottom of the page, taking a peek at the comments. She knew she should stop. But curiosity still gripped her, so she scrolled on.

- ugh. She makes me wanna hurl.

- I hope this isn't real. I love them together!!

- Ughhhh gag. Just fucking around for his money.

- Whatever happened to Margarita?

She was so much hotter.

- She's a joke. Sebastian deserves better.

Look how sad he looks!

- This doesn't look like much of a proposal?

I feel like this isn't actually it.

- What a cunt.

- Whore

- Fucking dumbass bitch. Whys she gotta fuck up his life. Just leave him alone.

- How did Sebastian ever pick up such a shitty girl. Who would look like that at someone proposing? Barf.

I literally saw her in person with that ring two days ago nowhere near the Colosseum? I'm so confused. Go find real info yourself.

What a fucking bitch. She doesn't deserve him.

Look at that. Another ugly ass hoe.

What did he ever see in her?

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She's had that ring for a few days, there's no way these pictures are proposal ones. Stop making shit up.

She can go fuck off. She's an ugly slut anyway.

Wasn't she supposed to be pregnant too?

You news sites blow. Go get facts.

"Ry?"

Rylee jumped at the call of her name, "Yeah?" She replied from across the hotel suite, she felt a wetness on her face that she hadn't felt a few minutes before. She tried to wipe it away with a quick swipe of the back of her hand.

This was also the first moment she realized her breathing had shallowed out and her chest wouldn't quite let her catch a full breath.

A few minutes? How long had she been down this rabbit hole of comments?

After hearing her response and guessing where she was at by the sound, Sebastian spoke from the main doorway in the kitchenette, sounding distant at first and walking closer.

"Hey you, I finally found that little shop down the street again, but it was packe- hey...what's going on? Are you alright?"

Sebastian sat the bags in his hands down quickly and lightly jogged to close the space between her and him. He sat beside her on the couch and immediately pulled her into his chest, not even giving her a moment to lie and say everything was fine.

"I...uh...I found...an arti...article." Rylee huffed out, her heart rate starting to rise from her lack of steady oxygen.

"Okay. Well, first, take a minute. Try and catch your breath."

Luckily Sebastian had gotten home when he did, because Rylee had been on the verge of spiraling pretty bad, but his voice cut through all the noise, bringing her back down.

He waited patiently, breathing with Rylee as she began to settle back into a normal rhythm. There was a brief silence between them. Sebastian didn't want to be the first to break it, but was relieved when Rylee spoke.

"This Jocelyn person wrote another article...and it's just...here just look at it." Rylee said, tossing her phone into Sebastian's lap, and placing her head on his leg as well, laying down along the couch, almost in a ball.

His right hand immediately drifted into Rylee's hair out of habit and his left hand had a hold of Rylee's phone, scrolling through the article.

"What the- just...what the fuck? Who writes bullshit like this? Is this what had you upset?"

"I thought it was the stupidest thing I'd ever read to be honest. I actually almost laughed...but then I remembered it's fucking

E!News and some people actually think their news is completely real and fact checked."

"The last paragraph was a bit of a sucker punch... so I think that's when I started reeling a bit...but then I hit the comment section." Rylee finished speaking, almost in a whisper, feeling her anxiety get pulled up again, starting as a small lump in her throat and her hands shaking.

"Oh...." Sebastian replied quietly. He ventured to the bottom of the page with a few swipes and read through the first 10 or so comments, almost all of them straight out horrible. Calling Rylee a whore, a cunt, a slut...he had to exit out of the article and toss her phone down to the other end of the couch to not chuck it across the room into the wall.

"Comment sections are the worst. I know we've talked about stupid celebrity stuff before, but the best way to live a happier life in the spotlight in general is to never go to the comment section."

Rylee knew this already, seeing as comment sections are almost always a toxic cesspool, even if you're not some level of celebrity. She still didn't know what came over her that made her read those.

"But I'm sorry she said all those things at the end of the article...hell all of that article. All of that was extremely uncalled for..." He continued to speak as he kept running his fingers gently through Rylee's hair, trying to help her focus and gain more calm, but he wasn't sure he was helping.

"I can't stop thinking about the comments though..." Rylee stated quietly, "I used to hear a lot of what was listed there fr-from... from..Michael...straight to my face. And it...was just a lot." Rylee felt a shiver crawl down her spine at the thought of Michael. The fingers in her hair were helping her relax quickly though.

Sebastian's hand froze at the mention of Michael's name. He opened his mouth to speak but his brain couldn't push the words he wanted to say out. He always seemed to see red when Michael's name was brought up.

He wished that Michael wouldn't get to plague her like this. He knew it wasn't that easy to just magically forget about him. But his heart ached for her. It wasn't fair.

"I'm not sure why, but for some reason, comment sections make people feel like they can say whatever they want without consequences. But luckily there's nothing a little publicist can't shut down. And I 'll make sure of it this time."

Sebastian took out his phone and dialed a number that he obviously knew well.

"Hey Lauren, how're you?....I'm good...Hey listen, have you seen the new E!News shit post?...yeah...mhmm...that one. Yeah it's fucked up." As Sebastian spoke he continued running his hands through Rylee's hair, still trying to help her relax through his phone call.

"Yeah, oh you called them already? And they sent you to voicemail?...Ugh. Well I appreciate you already being on top of it....I mean if I've gotta write something up I will....Uh huh....Keep me updated. Thanks so much Lauren.....Alrighty....Talk to you later. Bye."

"Well...Lauren's already on it...and if they don't respond to her, I'll get involve-"

Sebastian stopped talking for a moment as he thought he had heard Rylee's breathing even out. He leaned forward a bit to see that she was, indeed, fast asleep in his lap.

He continued running his fingers gently through her hair again, deciding to just let her rest.