There was a delicious tension in the air as her hand lifted to ghost her fingertips over his jaw, his eyes fixed on hers. "Should I shave for it, then?" he asked, his voice a bit gruffer than normal, unable to avert his gaze from hers. His facial hair was groomed neatly today, but he definitely had a bit of a beard going. He wondered if she liked that.
"I don't mind at all," he assured her. He followed her back, hoping that she might show him the new dress as well, though he knew he would never forget the look of her in that first lace gown. He was probably going to have to admit his feelings sooner rather than later, he realized, but he still didn't want to rush anything when her failed marriage was still so fresh.