Baby Blue - A Taylor Lautner love story

Reveal - Chapter 41

Bella's wedding dress is perfection as Kristen said. The form fitting silk, the cut out on the back, lined with lace and dotted with silk buttons down her spine, and the sharpest of whites made me stand there in awe, and not have to act to put a huge grin on my face. It was stunning and I was jealous of Kristen, just for wearing that dress.

I remember as soon as she took off the cloak, and all I saw was a plain, white, long sleeved dress, but then she walked past me, and revealed the back of the dress.... which I couldn't of loved anymore.

Hopefully, I'll get my time one day. My time to walk down the isle towards the man I love.

"Alright we'll take a break for about 20 minutes," Bill smiles after about 3 hours of filming,

Everyone scatters to find friends or acquaintances and Kristen walks up to me, yet again covered in a cloak, "Isn't that just ruining the moment?" I ask,

"Little bit, but I see why they keep throwing it on me,"

"The dress is beautiful," I smile and she nods,

"I love it,"

"I do too,"

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"Good luck trying to get all of that off," Taylor chuckles, referring to my pasty white make-up,

"Thanks for your support," I playfully glare at him, before he wraps his arms around me and spins me around,

"Anytime," He chuckles, kissing my cheek, "But I'm not kidding,"

"I know you're not," I smile, looking up to his face, staring in awe of him,

"Are you going to get started?" He chuckles, squeezing his arm around me,

"I suppose I have to," I sigh, strolling into the bathroom, pulling out the make-up remover and resting my hands on the bench, my head falling forwards and my eyes closing in exhaustion.

After what seems like forever, I pull my head up and look myself dead in the eye, realizing I had to take my make-up off no matter what.

I pull the wipe out of the pack and start wiping my face, shutting my eyes tightly to avoid stabbing myself in the eye with my finger nail.

A tight pressure encircles around my waist and I lean back into his chest, "Can you do it please? I'm about to fall asleep," I chuckle, hugging him in hope to get 'brownie points'.

"I have no idea why I will, but yes," He laughs, shaking his head in confusion,

"Thank you," I smile sheepishly,

"No problem,"

He laughs again, not really knowing what he is doing but doing it anyway.

"I love you," I mutter, fully opening my eyes and gazing intently at him,

"I love you more," He smiles, throwing the toweling on the bench and wrapping his arms around my waist, sending new but old butterflies through my body, and slowly leaning forward to press his lips against my own.

My arms snake around his neck as the kiss intensifies and a smirk plays on his lips, "What?" I chuckle, finding a break in the kiss for a second,

"You get so distracted," He chuckles, jumping me upwards so he is holding under my legs, my ankles linked behind his back. I pull away for a breath, causing him to move to my neck, then to my collar bones, sucking ever so slightly.

Now having complete control of where I go, he walks... or stumbles into the bedroom, sitting on the edge of the bed, not once breaking the kiss,

A moan escapes from both of us as he pulls me down so I'm lying on top of him, a heat radiating through my body,

"This hasn't happened in a while," He chuckles against my neck, brushing my straps off my shoulder, butterflies fluttering under my skin where-ever he touches,

"Did you miss it?" I chuckle, in between his kisses,

"More than anything," He replies, "I feel like we haven't touched each other in forever. And I didn't mean it like that,"

"I'm sure you didn't,"

"Shut up," He mutters, crashing his lips to mine fiercely, not allowing me to talk. Just the way I like it.