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With the amount of time they've spent in this bathtub, the water's losing its warmth, the suds from the bubbles fading from the mountain they were to begin with. His fingertips traced over her bare legs, sprawled over his lap leisurely, and Dean has never been more appreciative of a hotel suite. Extravagant bathtubs can't really be found in the usual motels he occupies. With Cameron's head on his shoulder, a smile rests on her lips as she holds out her hand in front of her, examining the small rock on her finger. "Did you decide who's Maid of Honor yet?" he questioned lightly, his voice quiet to not break the content silence surrounding them.
"Katherine and Andie are just going to have to share the spot because there's no way in hell I'm choosing between them."
"Hey, I'm still sticking with my mud wrestling idea. I can sell tickets and everything. May the best woman win." He gave her a small grin and she laughed freely, turning in his lap to wrap her arms around his neck.
"Told you we'd get married someday," she murmured in a cute voice, and the words between them were cut off as he pressed his lips to her's.
