"All CJ knew was that Quinn was different, and in Bayside, different didn't come around too often." A police sergeant at age 25, CJ Thomas was always destined for greatness. Every man wanted to be him, and every woman wanted to be with him. But that really wasn't CJ's thing. Nothing was really CJ's thing. Until the kid wearing beat-up Nikes and a Pink Floyd T-shirt stepped into his station--in handcuffs, nonetheless. From that day on, CJ had a thing. And it was going to be so much more trouble then it was worth.

"You fall in love with a person for everything they are. Their flaws, their beauty; all the small parts that together build the entirety of the person. You can not choose to love fragments, because we're a whole. That's what makes us, us. If you take away a flaw, you're maybe taking away the part of beauty someone else sees in you." I catch his eyes. "The beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Have you never heard of that?" I smile. The gravity pulls me down and I lean more towards the water. A strong hand suddenly pulls the back of my dress, holding me steadily on the railing. "So I mean, even if the person changes, memories of how things used to be is still there, not even close to be gone.. cause that's yet another part of us." He laughs from behind me. "You're crazy, you know that right?" A smile forms my lips. "Do you find that a flaw or beauty?" © All rights reserved. No copying or translations allowed. Contains sexual content.