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half way through the year and not a single book has been read 😒

“The family beauty, you say.” Ned’s voice was deep and warm. “Yet she can’t hold a candle to you.”

ohhhhh nedsphere

“I promised myself, if we ever met again, I wouldn’t talk so much.”
“Did you?” He could see her face reflected in the glass, pale and solemn. “I always enjoyed the sound of your voice.”
“You certainly heard enough of it.”

“You appear to be laboring under a misapprehension about my character.”
“Which is?”
“That I’m a shallow, self-centered creature, too full of my own importance to see past the end of my nose.”
“I assure you, ma’am, such thoughts never crossed my mind.”
“Then why did you never talk to me?”

she jus like me fr

“Look on the bright side. At least this time you’re wearing pants.”
“Small favors,”
“You know, you didn’t have to go to all this trouble just to see me again. You could’ve just called.”
“Aw, shucks,” she deadpanned, voice quivering only a little. “You found me out. This was nothing more than a desperate bid for your attention.”
“Called it.” His hands lingered on her waist.

LMAO

“Long time, no see.”
“Not long enough.”
Griffin clutched his chest and laughed. “Ouch.”
“You know what I meant. This is mortifying.”

“Are you sure that you love me? Because if you take it back in a few months or a few years, I don’t know if I’ll survive it when being in love with you has already been this treacherous.”

I tried, you know. To look at you as a friend. I really did. But every time you smiled. You laughed. You breathed. Your lips parted. All I could think about was kissing you. And you’re not supposed to want to kiss your friends. You’re not supposed to want to brush the straps of their tops off their shoulders and kiss down their neck and across their collarbones.

one of the paintings was for his older sister Jasmine and her pottery studio in the South of France. Despite her living abroad, they spoke every week. Much of their conversations revolved around their mother’s dating schemes and finding ways to irk one another.
“She knows all about you,” he mentioned

they’re so cutie :(

“Write something nice in my obituary while you’re at, will you?”
“He had a lovely accent, terrible manners, and was always full of himself,”
“You think I have a lovely accent?” he asked, only a small curve to the corner of his lips.
“Don’t be fooled, everyone around here has a nice accent.”
“Well, I think you have a lovely accent too,” he commented, his eyes bright. Whimsical and boyish.

“What if you were in a car with a murderer, forced to act on instinct?”
“I’d open the driver’s door, shove him out, and take over the wheel,” he responded with a look that said obviously.
“That’d never work,” I snorted.
“What would you do then?”
“I’d push you toward the murderer and hop out of the car.”
“I’m so happy I decided to walk a woman home who’s willing to sacrifice me,”

“You googled me, didn’t you?”
“I had to make sure you didn’t have some type of criminal record.”
“Oh sure. Did that search come before or after you looked up if I was lying about my name?” 

“My walk home is perfectly safe.”
“How far is the walk?”
“Not far.”
“Do you get some high from arguing with people?”
“I do not argue with people,” I argued—stated

she’s me fr

blsksksks

Liam holds out his hand and Lucy takes it, swinging their arms back and forth
“All of you? Together?”
“No. No.” I point at Lucy who’s smiling. My teammates and I must look like fucking idiots. “Just for her.”
“We’re codependent, but we’re not that codependent,” Maverick says.
“Speak for yourself,” Grant says.
Riley sighs. “None of you are helping.”

“I have a favor to ask.
“I’m sorry, Hudson. I don’t see you that way. I’m going to have to respectfully decline your advances.”
“Oh, fuck off.”

LOOOL

“Want to do a lap?”
“I mean we can, but I don’t want to injure you. Or myself. I might turn into a human bowling ball and take out half the team.”
“That’s not going to happen.”
“And if it does?”
“Then I’ll yell strike and we move along.”

they’re so CUTE

“I still feel like I’m this ball of emotion who loves people too fiercely, who cares too deeply, who wonders if my brain might be hardwired wrong.
Too soft for an athlete, an ex called me.”

maverick has some competition w the top boy title ☹️

“We need to make him watch the ‘Juno’ positions clips and figure out which ones he likes.” Grant drops to the floor and thrusts into the rug. “Have you ever tried this one, Hud?”

BYEEE

“You’re incredibly needy.”
“Probably because I was abandoned as a child and I’m making up for it as an adult.”
“Fuck you for making me feel like an asshole.”
“I’m just messing with you.” He flashes me his signature grin “Eighty seats on this plane, and you keep sitting next to me. I must not bother you that much.”
“You bother me plenty. But I love you, so I overlook all of it.”

“Not exactly. It’s not lost on me you’re an attractive professional athlete.” Madeline rolls her eyes. “Okay. Wipe that grin off your face. You know what you look like.”
“A compliment is still nice to hear. Thank you for the flattery, Madeline”

the men in this series vs not being smug

“I think you’re a nice woman, Piper. I value our friendship, but I really don’t need Liam decking me in the face. I’m going to politely decline your advances. I don’t reciprocate your feelings, and I’m sorry.

“Ew. You think I’m hitting on you?
You’re like my BROTHER, Hudson. My god.
I have an idea I want to run by you. And it doesn’t involve sleeping with you.”

“You have my attention.”

“Hello to my favorite defenseman!”

“I’m not sure Riley will be happy to hear I’m your favorite, but I’ll take the honors.
What’s up, Little P?”

i love their friendship 🥺

It’s a business card, and judging by the smudged numbers and letters, it must’ve been in my bag for ages. The right corner is ripped, but I can make out a logo on the top of the rectangle.
“‘DC Stars. Piper Mitchell, rinkside reporter,’” I read, and the night I came into possession of the card comes flooding back to me. “Oh.”

NO WAY THAT WAS HER

“What helped you get through it?”
I’m not sure I’ve gotten through it, and I’m not sure I ever will.
I don’t think that’s something you move on from.
“You. Hockey. Rescuing Gus and Millie,”

maverick and hudson r 🤨

“I’d be very careful what you say next,” I tell him slowly, so there’s no room for the dumbass to mishear me. “That’s my wife you’re talking about.”
Maverick drops his water bottle and gasps.

maverick’s reactions is what carries this book

“You yelled at her?” Hudson asks. He rises to his feet and towers over me. “I know you’re pissed about this but that doesn’t give you the fucking right to⁠—”
“I’d never yell at her. I was frustrated and raised my voice. I didn’t fucking yell. I would never do anything that made her⁠—”

i cant wait for hudson’s book liam is pissing me AWFFF

She sits up, and that’s when I see it.
A silver ring on her finger, and I almost stop breathing.
“Piper,” I say slowly. “You told me Maverick and Emmy got married.”
“Then why the hell do you have a ring on your finger? And why the hell do I have one on mine?”

“There’s a reason he’s the team’s golden boy: he’s got a big heart, and he’s a good guy.”

oh mavvy

“Nonchalance isn’t in your vocabulary, is it, Miller?”
“I’m afraid not, Red. I’m not sure I can even spell it. Sorry for objectifying you. You look really good, and I didn’t think you would show.”

LOOOL