Hardly aware of the conversation - or its undertones - Bella only realized that Damon was there and that there was no longer a table separating them. She barely needed Luke's nudge before she was crossing the distance to him, her fingers curling in the lapels of his suit jacket as she pulled herself up against him.
"You look really...really...good tonight." Her voice was low, a little rough, and heavy with the kind of emotion that was probably better left to times when they were alone. Still, she let her hands roam over his shoulders, around the back of his neck, and then her fingers lightly traced the angle of his jaw. "Do you think I look good too?"
"Good enough to eat," came a masculine voice from behind her and even though she saw him right in front of her face, in the hazy cloud that fogged her brain, she believed the voice to be Damon's. And what that voice suggested...made her pulse leap.