“When you like someone, you have to allow yourself to be vulnerable enough to let them in. Love is messy.”

“You don't have a heartbeat," I realized. "Does that bother you?" He asked."No." I thought for a minute. "As long as you can feel things and care about things.""It's a misconception that you need a heart to love," Asher whispered into my hair.”

“I love you,' he said. His voice shook with effort. 'I love you so much, it's like my whole life was just leading up to the moment I met you. And then as soon as I did, I lived in fear, every day, that you would be taken from me.' He looked down. 'I just never thought you'd be the one to do it.”

“It's a misconception that you need a heart to love”

“Its wrong to think that you need a heart to love”

“What are you doing here?” I asked. I was breathless, not certain any longer if it was my nearly plummeting to my death or his nearness that was making it so hard to draw in air.“Protecting you. What does it look like I’m doing?”

“Please, do you see the apocalypse? Because I'd give up on that happening until you do. And even then, it's negotiable.""I'm holding out for a hot zombie.""Yeah, or, like, the hot scientist who finds the cure.""Or the hot government agent who's assigned to protect you from the international terrorist who plans to wipe out the nation with the world's first zombie virus weapon of mass destruction.""Because you carry the zombie virus antidote in your blood.""Exactly.""It's a recessive trait.”