" This wasn’t supposed to happen.” I don’t recognize my own voice once the words rake up my chest and from my throat in a low grumble. “You were not supposed to happen.” … “Do you have any fucking idea what you’ve done to my head?” I don’t give her a chance to answer. “You’re all I can think about. "

― J.B. Salsbury , Skipped a Beat (Love, Hate, Rock-n-Roll, #2)