" It makes no sense,” she said, her voice cracking a little. “You and me.”

“I know that,” he said, reaching out and taking her hand, and the feel of his skin on hers nearly knocked the breath right out of her. “Sort of. But sometimes I think…”

“What?”

“That maybe it’s the only thing that makes sense. "

― Jennifer E. Smith , Happy Again (This Is What Happy Looks Like, #1.5)