The top of the dress pools around Noah's waist, settling there with the way he's sitting against the arm of the couch. When Freddie reaches to unhook his bra, Noah stands, getting a little closer. There's still a hint of butterflies, but when he feels the bra go loose he helps slip it off with his free hand, holding onto his dress with the other, gathering it at the waist so it doesn't fall to the floor.

"Nice, right?" he says with a tentative smile.