“Don't ever put yourself in that position again, do you understand me?I can't promise that, I whispered quietly. I'd rather do it than lose you. Don't you understand how important you are to me?”

“Don't you ever save me again. Do you hear me, you hotheaded little incendiary? Don't help me, rescue me, offer me succor, or do me a favor. Do you understand, you nihilistic dynamitard! Don't you dare ever save me again!”

“Don't do that again! Not ever again!" I told him."I should say the same to you," he said. I could feel his breath, warm on my neck. "Promise me!" I demanded."I... I promise.""I can't lose you.”

“Don't you guys ever get sick of sucking face?”

“You know, me finding the perfect dress is more about you than it is about me." "Oh yeah? How's that?""My plan, you see, is to scour the city for just the right dress that will make it absolutely impossible for you to resist me. You'll simply be at my mercy the entire night."Trent frowns, "How is that different from any other time we're together?”

“I don't understand you. You don't understand me. What else do we have in common?”

“How do you compete with a ghost, Colton?" I whisper the question into a long silence.He shrugs. "I don't know. You don't. You just understand that there's a part of you that you can't give away, because it belongs to a dead person. I don't know.”