“Thanks, baby. I made it a year or so ago.”
Chris uses his grasp of my hand to ratchet me back into his embrace, pulling me in firmly against his body.
“It’s incredible. Awesome, Meg. Have you made other dresses too?”
“No, this is it. I have lots of ideas for others. Those scrapbooks are full of sketches of my ideas, but this is the only one I’ve made. I hadn’t worn it before today. You were my test pilot, and I think that’s a pass...?” I grin shyly, but still feel a little vulnerable. Maybe he’s just being a good boyfriend.
“Pass, my god girl, it’s a gold star and one hundred bootylicious points.”
There he is, my silly Chris is back. I love his zany humor. He pulls it back into line though and composes himself, complete with sincere vocal tone.
“Can we look at the scrapbook? I want
