Lyssa Lemire > Quotes

“I don’t know how I’d get through my week without a good book on my Kindle to jump into whenever I feel like I need a little escape.”
― Lyssa Lemire, Offside Play

“But you can bet your ass that when we’re through keeping it quiet,” Tuck says, his grin coming back to his face, “I’m going to make up for it by screaming from the fucking mountaintops that you’re mine. When you’re ready for that.”
― Lyssa Lemire, Chasing the Puck

“Give yourself permission to believe in yourself as much as you should.”
― Lyssa Lemire, Blocked Score

“Get on your knees,”
― Lyssa Lemire, Chasing the Puck

“Holy shit. I’m sitting next to Summer Andrews.”
― Lyssa Lemire, Offside Play

“Iprobably didn’t have to make that poor guy think I was seconds away from biting his head off his shoulders. But I couldn’t help it.”
― Lyssa Lemire, Offside Play

“This time she can’t hide a smile and a tiny laugh that bubbles from her curled lips. The sound makes my chest pang. I could very quickly grow addicted to hearing Olivia Lockley’s laugh.”
― Lyssa Lemire, Chasing the Puck

“I see the first long, silvery-white streak of a meteor dashing across the sky. “Wow,” I say, feeling my chest leap in awe at nature. Then another comes. And another. Before long, the sky is full of shooting stars. “Have you ever seen anything so beautiful?” I ask, my eyes wide and my chin raised, taking in a sight that looks like it comes from a dream. “No,” Hudson answers. “Except for this morning, when I saw your golden hair feathered over my chest.” My heart tugs, and the warmth that rises in me makes me forget the low temperatures. Hudson continues. “Or a couple days ago, when I saw you laughing when Salsa tried to do a backflip. Or last night, when I came up behind you and kissed you on the soft shell of your ear, and saw it blush. Or when I saw you on the stage with your violin, making the most beautiful music I’ve ever heard. Or when you fall asleep before me, and I get to gaze at your closed, peaceful eyes.” The long tails of the streaming meteors are growing blurry as tears of happiness gather in my eyes. “Other than the hundreds, the thousands of times I see you,” Hudson says, “no, I’ve never seen anything so beautiful.”
― Lyssa Lemire, Offside Play

“It’s been a week and a half since I told Summer how I feel, that I don’t want us to pretend that we’re anything other than real boyfriend and girlfriend anymore. It almost scares me to say it, but it’s been the best week and a half of my life. Every night either I’m spending at her place or she’s spending at mine. Every day we’ve either had sex, or I’ve nestled between her legs and tasted her sweetness while making her smooth, soft thighs squeeze my head. Often both scenarios took place on the same day, sometimes more than once. You’d think my dick would be exhausted by now, but nope.”
― Lyssa Lemire, Offside Play

“Rhys tilts his chin towards me. “Watcha got there?” “Cupcakes,” I say, walking to the kitchen counter and setting the tray down. That’s all I need to say to have Tuck, Sebastian, and Rhys stampeding in my direction.”
― Lyssa Lemire, Offside Play

“I just wish I knew why the thought of kissing him doesn’t make me feel anything.”
― Lyssa Lemire, Breakaway Goal

“One hundred and eleven days. That’s how long it’s been since the last time I had sex.”
― Lyssa Lemire, Chasing the Puck

“don’t know how I’d get through my week without a good book on my Kindle to jump into whenever I feel like I need a little escape.”
― Lyssa Lemire, Offside Play

“Fuck, I can’t wait until tomorrow morning. I’m going to fuck her so hard that anyone walking past our room would think there’s an opera singer in here rather than a violin player.”
― Lyssa Lemire, Offside Play

“Fine?” Tuck exclaims like he can’t believe his ears. “What do you mean fine? She’s a genius!” I’m taken aback by Tuck’s enthusiasm. “Geez, I never would have taken you for such an ardent Taylor Swift supporter.” “We call ourselves Swifties, thank you very much.”
― Lyssa Lemire, Chasing the Puck

“Fuck, what I wouldn’t do to grip the side of that neck, my fingers curling possessively around the back of it, my thumb brushing underneath her ear as I pull her towards me …”
― Lyssa Lemire, Chasing the Puck

“You know what? No—I don’t think I’m being too hard on Tuck.”
― Lyssa Lemire, Chasing the Puck

“Patience is bitter, but the fruit is sweet.”
― Lyssa Lemire, Offside Play

“As for me, of course I’m wearing Hudson’s jersey.”
― Lyssa Lemire, Offside Play

“You got the blue kind,” she whispers thinly. “My favorite.” I chuckle. “Your favorite Gatorade is the same colors as my eyes? Can’t be a coincidence.”
― Lyssa Lemire, Chasing the Puck

“I asked if he’d still like me if I were a worm. He said that if I were a worm, he’d fill his room with dirt for me, so I’d never have to go anywhere else.”
― Lyssa Lemire, Offside Play

“Ialways thought I knew what love at first sight would feel like. I don’t know if I ever really believed in it. But I always thought that if it did exist, I’d know it for sure if it happened to me. I imagined it must be like seeing someone who immediately checks every single box you’ve ever wanted in a partner.”
― Lyssa Lemire, Blocked Score

“Nice tux,” Hudson says, like he’s reading my mind. I scrunch up my nose like I’ve caught a whiff of a bad smell. “They make us wear it.” “It looks good on you.” Liar. “I look like a freaking penguin.” Hudson chuckles, a low and gravelly sound that I feel low in my belly. “My little penguin.”
― Lyssa Lemire, Offside Play

“My roommate’s brow elevators up her forehead while her jaw goes in the opposite direction. “Hudson … how are you in New York instead of a couple blocks away right now?” “Booked a flight,” Hudson says, shrugging like it’s the most natural thing in the world. Olivia sends me a look that says we’re definitely going to talk about this when you get back. I guess that conversation will also be a good time to tell her about the mind-blowing sex Hudson and I had in my bedroom when she was over at Mariah’s house.”
― Lyssa Lemire, Offside Play

“I feel a twinge of guilt in my chest—but that only makes me more frustrated, because I didn’t say any of that. Tuck’s putting words in my mouth.”
― Lyssa Lemire, Chasing the Puck

“intention of checking those tendencies where Maddie Larsen is concerned.”
― Lyssa Lemire, Breakaway Goal

“She’s in my arms right now. Tomorrow morning, before checkout, she’s going to be under my body. Probably on top of it. Maybe in a variety of other positions, too.”
― Lyssa Lemire, Offside Play

“Like sometimes you’ll wake up and swear it’s Saturday morning for a blissful second, only for the realization to come crashing down on you that it’s Wednesday.”
― Lyssa Lemire, Chasing the Puck

“Peach tea is my favorite because it’s your favorite. I just loved the idea of us always sharing the same drink. That’s how everything is with me, Maddie. Vanilla is my favorite flavor of ice cream because it reminds me of the scent of your hair. Blue is my favorite color because it’s the color of your eyes. Haven’t you noticed? All my favorites are because of you.”
― Lyssa Lemire, Breakaway Goal

“When we pass a Buc-ee’s, we decide to pull in. They’re a major chain of convenience stores that local Texans swear by. People back in PA told us we needed to take the opportunity to stop in one and compare it to Wawa, the local south-eastern Pennsylvania favorite convenience store. Brooke and I went on record that we were skeptical Buc-ee’s could live up. But when we walk through the automatic doors, we know we were wrong.”
― Lyssa Lemire, Own Goal