Elena looked amazing. The dress was gorgeous on her and the necklace glinted around her slender neck, drawing attention to the perfect curves of her breasts. Still, as amazing as she looked now, she had looked even better an hour ago, naked on top of him. He was definitely glad their conversation had taken the turn it had. And their slight detour hadn't even made them late, although Stefan's hair wasn't as neat as it had been before hand.
Stefan didn't like the host man at all, but he did he best to ignore him, his arm around Elena's slim waist. He loved walking like this with her in public, marking her out as his, and even though the heads that turned as they walked through the restaurant weren't to check out his woman, Stefan didn't mind people seeing her with him. He never did. Hell, having her on his arm was the most valuable accessory any man could wish for. She was stunning and clever and funny and his.
Stefan pulled out the seat for Elena once they reached their table, grinning at her. He loved treating her well and did it whenever he could. Just because she was a 200 year old vampire, it didn't mean she deserved any less chivalry than anyone else. Pulling out chairs and opening doors was the least he could do for the woman he loved.