" Veronica,” he says, adding a nervous smile, “Ronnie. Freckles. I am one-hundred-percent, madly, endlessly, hopelessly in love with you.”
And there I go.
Veronica Locke has lost her heart.
Last seen in a puddle on the floor.
Now suspected in this man’s hands.
I can barely fucking breathe.
He loves me.
He loves me "

― Karina Halle , Heat Wave