Stefan watched her go, smiling as he ran his tongue over his lower lip. Every movement she made, every sway of her hips and swish of her hair, was absolutely captivating to him. He honestly thought he could just watch her for the rest of eternity and never get tired of it.
Standing up, he picked up his own glass of wine before crossing over to the couch. He sat down beside her, slipping one arm around her shoulders, and took a sip of his wine. He didn't know where the other inhabitants of their apartment were, but he was glad they had the place to themselves. It was nice to be able to just relax with her like this, like this was their own, private slice of the world, without the troubles of everyday life intruding in on them. He turned his head to look down at her. "Happy?" he asked, his fingers gently caressing her shoulder where the strap of her dress met her skin.