If We Were Perfect (If Love, #4)

by Ana Huang

“At least now I know why Sammy was so besotted with you back in the day. You have beautiful breasts.”

Real love consumed you and demanded sacrifices you’d never thought you’d give.

“I’m going to kiss you,” he said calmly. “Do you want me to kiss you, Olivia?”

Victory slammed into him as his mouth crashed over hers and eight years of pent-up longing exploded.

We weren’t ready for what the real world had to throw at us. Sometimes,” he said softly. “It’s not about love. It’s about timing.”

“You and me, part two.” Sammy sealed the promise with a soft kiss. “Let’s do it.”

Sammy was in love with Olivia again—more than he’d ever been. And he had no clue if she felt the same toward him. Aw, fuck.

That was all there was to it. Love. Such a simple concept that humans liked to twist and complicate with their fears and insecurities, but eventually, everyone had to make a choice—let the doubt consume them, or let love carry them through.