Breath catching audibly at the press of his lips, Jenny tips her head farther to the side for a moment before she nods. She might not have been entirely sure in the beginning, but she is now, increasingly so the longer she spends around him. It's a strange thing, this wanting, magnetic and unshakable and yet easy, too, like it's just a natural progression rather than something to be made a big deal of, like that first time was. This is how it should be, she thinks, how she always imagined, except she's not sure she could have dreamed up someone as perfect for her as Cameron. "I'm sure," she tells him, quiet, steady, letting the dress slip forward over her shoulders as it comes undone. "I'm very sure."