Wes turned to face the bedroom door when he heard it open. He stared at Ashleigh, at a loss for words. She was beautiful. Absolutely, breathtakingly beautiful. "You look lovely," he told her, finding speech finally. He closed the distance between them, stopping mere inches away. Placing a hand beneath her chin, he gently lifted her blushing face up to his. "Every man who sees you on my arm tonight with be consumed with jealousy." He briefly rested his fingertips upon the cameo. His hand barely touched skin but the warmth of her still burned. Her heartbeat still pounded beneath his touch. His eyes held hers and he felt his resolve weaken again. His hand fell away.
Taking Ashleigh's coat from her, Wes held it out to help her into it, "It's cold out." He actually didn't know if it was cold out (vampires couldn't feel such things) but it had seemed like the right thing to say. It had been some time since he had last been on a proper date and he wasn't entirely sure what modern protocol was. Courting had changed so much since his time and he was rather...stuck in his ways. And while he did try to adjust to the times some he still believed that courtly romance was the pinnacle of true love and passion. There was nothing like it.
"Ready to go?" asked Wes. He was in no rush to leave but he didn't want to usher her out the door if she was not yet ready.