So long as that's the case, Cameron has no hesitations of his own, not when just the way her breath catches gets to him. He can't ignore or resist the stretch of her bared neck, raising his head to trail kisses from her shoulder on up, near-reverent in his slow exploration of her skin. There have been other girls before, and he's sure that, at one point or another, he thought that most of them weren't like the others, but with her, he's known that practically from the start. He doesn't intend to waste a moment of this, for his own sake as much of hers. For her, he wants everything to be perfect, always. For himself, he's wanted her for long than he dares to admit. Now that he gets to touch her, feel her, he's going to make the most of it.

With the last of the buttons unfastened, he runs his hands down her arms, helping to push the dress lower. "There," he murmurs in her ear. "That's one layer done with anyway."