"Well, it pisses me off," I told him. "You're just too perfect, Talbot. Everything about you is just perfect and that pisses me off, too. You just slide along; you never put any effort into anything and everything you touch turns to gold. You just affect me like nails on a chalkboard. Why won't you leave me alone?"
"Too perfect?" Talbot sort of snorted. "Does it help if I brush my hair backwards?" He ran a hand through his mop of curls. It made no difference whatsoever.
"Nope, that doesn't change a thing. You're still too perfect."
"You're the one who's perfect, Livy... I mean, Livingston. Have you looked at yourself lately? Well, maybe not this morning, but how about yesterday? You're the sweetest person I know, at least when you're not around me, and the smartest. Don't you get it yet
