Always ( Cameron Dallas )

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Which dress should Melissa worn for the wedding? I love them all I couldn't pick ! Comment 1,2 or 3!

Melissa

The next day I feel better, Christian is much calmer and after getting off the phone with Cameron's 'I love you always' I felt like he still has my back and does care for me he just sometimes has trouble connecting with it.

My mind drifts off to my wedding day as I walk down the stairs and spot a photo hanging of us two.

"Are you sure you don't want to back out? You could move to Mexico and change your name no one will notice!" Mia rambles.

She has been listing on the possible ways I could run away and it's been making me more nervous.

I stare down in the long mirror and look at myself, my hair is pinned up and makeup done to perfection which was a shock, but the dress was the main statement.

I ran my hands down my waist as I felt the material against my finger tips. The dress was everything I could ask for and I didn't even pick it.

"Have you got your dress yet?" Cameron whispered in my ear as we laid in bed.

"No till looking, I just can't choose one." I tell him honestly.

At this point it was a month to the wedding.

"Melissa Queen of organisation and OCD has not found a dress?" Cameron sits up shock evident in his features.

"Shut up I'm trying!" I tell him hitting his bare chest as I clung the sheet to my body and sit up.

"Okay let's make a compromise, you pick my tux and I'll pick your dress." He smirks.

I begin to laugh baffled by the idea of his attempts to comply and negotiate with me.

"I don't think so honey." I laugh.

"I'm serious!"

"I am too! For all I know you would put me in a clown outfit!" I shake my head.

"Mia will help me she knows all there is to know about you."

The seriousness in his tone has me slightly concerned and I'm in beginning to think on the spot of how to turn his idea of this.

"Cameron! It's my dream day and you aren't ruining it by your urge to choose my dress." I shake my head.

"So you don't trust me?" He asks being deadly serious at the moment.

"What? Of course I do!"

"Then let me choose the dress otherwise it proves you don't trust me."

"Why do you want to choose it so bad?" I semi yell at him.

"Because its different, similar to me and you! Come on you know that nothing between us has been ordinary we need something else to keep up with that." He tells me his eyes widening with the thought again.

I seriously thought about it I mean how bad could it be? Mia would be there making sure every stitch was perfect and beading shinny. I mean he wouldn't actually pick an ugly dress on purpose would he...?

"I'll take you to where ever you want for our honeymoon.." He says seductively as he kisses my ear.

"Anywhere..?" I whisper bitting my lip as his plumped up lips drag themselves across my skin his hot breath a drug to my brain.