Perfect

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An Open Heart is an open wound to you

It always made him smile when she wore something of his. She looked much better in the things he wore than he did. Of course, he'd loved getting to see her so decked out in a nice dress and makeup with her hair all done up, but as she came back over to him, he realized that he preferred her this way. Her hair was a little messy now and she looked comfortable. Even so, she was easily the most perfect thing he'd ever seen in his life. It was getting difficult to understand how he got so lucky.

"You do rock the scrub look. I like to think I rock the cop uniform, too, but so do strippers so," Nick shrugged and cracked a smile at his joke. He watched her run her fingers through her hair once she let it fall down her back and he sighed. There was never going to be a time when he got used to being hers. He'd always just be in awe of her.

Standing up again, he stretched a little and came up behind her. Nick slid his arms around her waist and rested his chin on her shoulder, "You know this is what photographers are for, right?" Not that he minded getting the chance to take a picture with her. The more proof that they were together, the better. It was one of the many things about their relationship that differed so much from his previous girlfriend. As if he needed anymore reasons to love her, she actually wanted to show him off as her own, just as much as he wanted to show her off.

The scariest part is letting go..