If We Were Perfect (If Love, #4)

by Ana Huang

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

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.

The moment I set eyes on you in that crappy orientation room in Shanghai nine years ago, I was a goner.

“Yes, take as much time as you need. I don’t care if it takes weeks or months or years. I’m not going anywhere. I’ll be here. I’ll wait—forever, if I need to.”

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.

I love you and dim sum.