𝑵𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝑺𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒐 Imagines 🧸

grapejuice

meaning: knowing that your person is the one (soulmate shit)

Y/n pov

        I smiled cheekily at my boyfriend. He looked so precious as he picked at the flowers. We'd stopped into a French bakery and were eating our snacks at a park.
        The day was beautiful with few clouds and the perfect spring weather. Everything felt right, especially him.
        Nick finally looked up, noticing my stare I presume because his cheeks turned a tint of pink.
        "What?" He asked, flushed.
        "Nothing, you're just perfect," I answered simply, feeling myself then flush.
         "I am not perfect," Nick chuckled, sitting up.
         Nick was always too hard on himself. He was truly beautiful, inside and out, no matter how much he denied it. And my job was to constantly remind him. And I loved it.
        "Nicolas, even if you're not perfect, you're perfect for me." I answered simply, watching as the corners of his mouth turned up into a smile.
        Our lips met in a beautiful synchrony. Nothing but passion and love as I thought of the days when we'd be old and dwelling on dreamy days like these.
        There is truly no getting over Nicolas Sturniolo.

A nice little short one for an under appreciated song. fluff always makes me smile :)

-vic