Some Kind of Perfect (Calloway Sisters #5)

by Krista Ritchie

My arm strength is puny, but I’d hold Luna longer than Kate Winslet let Leonardo DiCaprio share a door in Titanic. The thought puffs out my chest like I’m invincible.

I choose Pirrip as Ben’s middle name because I saw Rose reading that very novel when we were sixteen. She won’t remember because she never saw me. I passed her in the conference room lobby during Model UN. She sat straight as a board on the edge of the hotel’s lobby fountain, the book opened on her lap. I wanted to stop and talk to her, but I was with three Faust boys. We pushed onward, and my head turned. I had never looked back in that way before, but for the very first time, I did. I looked back, and I only looked back at her.

I look at my best friend who could give wisdom to a fucking tree if he wanted to, but he wouldn’t. He collects time like the rarest commodity, and to this day, he doesn’t spend it on just anyone or anything. So I say, “I’m lucky you spend so much time on me, aren’t

“No.” Connor shakes his head. “It’s not luck, Lo.” He doesn’t have to say it. I know he won’t spell it out. But I understand. It’s his love for me. That’s why he chooses me. Maybe that’s why I choose him and Lily and all these other people around me. It’s love. That’s what it’s always been.