He can, and it still feels odd, that evidence of nerves. If he's ever met a girl so edgy about this, he can't remember them. He supposes some of them might have been like this when they were teenagers but..well. Kate isn't all that far off being a teenager herself, which is a sobering thought. But she obviously wants this, to judge by the way she's helping with her buttons, so he's not about to talk himself out of it now.

'In a hurry?'

He kisses her again, pushing the two sides of the dress apart once the buttons are undone, resisting the temptation to yank at the layers underneath. It's early yet, they've time to take it slow and anyway, the anticipation is doing lovely things to the tension starting to amass in the depths of his belly.