There are some things a girl never forgets, Ry. And one of those is a kiss from the right guy

She looked at him and smiled. “Hey, you took my advice about the skinnier tie.” She reached up and tugged it playfully. “It looks good.”

Vaughn looked down into her teasing eyes, thinking that it was just . . . really good to see her again. “Thanks,” he said huskily. Then, clearing his throat, he added in a more glib tone, “You should probably soak it in while you can, because this is as stylish as I get.”

“No pocket square for you?”

“Not even if I was standing buck naked in the middle of Wrigley Field on a sold-out game day and someone threw me one from the crowd to cover my junk.”

She laughed hard at that. “So that’s a no, then?”

He smiled. “That’s a no.

You’re not pathetic. Actually, I envy you a little.”
“Because I’m a mess?” Zach asked dryly.
“No. Because you’re not afraid to be a mess.

It should've been illegal for a man to walk around like that without some sort of permit.

For the record, you are knocking it out of the park with this speech.

Hey—let’s get something straight. It’s a vampire/alien/zombie/warlock hybrid flick.