29 Quotes About Hockey-romance

I won’t say I’ll be quick because that’s not a good look.”She giggled, and that sound released a coil of tension inside him. He turned and kissed her because to not do so would be a missed opportunity for joy. He found himself craving it all. Craving her.“What was that for?” she whispered when he let her up for air.“I’m glad you’re here.”She blinked in surprise. “Oh. I’m glad I’m here, too.

Do you want to see where this goes?” he says, his voice deep and hoarse.I nod enthusiastically. “Yes, let’s go here first.” I place his hand on my breast and lean in for a kiss.

It's like when he walked out that door, he took some part of me with him.

He paused and rubbed his beard. Good God, she’d play a gif of that over and over, if she could.

Why are we having this conversation? Do we need to establish we like each other enough so we can feel better about wanting to kiss each other? Are we so afraid of sheer animal lust that we have to pair it with, ugh, respect?”He laughed, enjoying himself immensely. It was supposed to be just a kiss. How had it turned into a thesis on likability and lust?

For the last three years, he’d held his body as taut as a bowstring. He couldn’t imagine ever feeling at ease again.That was one more reason why the notion of sex with someone new was so difficult. Letting go like that required a level of surrender he wasn’t sure he had in him to give. Trust in another person to see you at your most vulnerable and not take advantage.

Those blue pools still wavered between her eyes and mouth. “I’m gonna kiss you now, minou.”She might have nodded. She might have blinked. One for yes, two for hell yeah.

To play the game is good, to win is better, but to love the game is best of all. 

You feel that, Harper?” She snatched back her hand. “If you mean my goodwill evaporating with every second you’re standing here, then, yeah, I feel it.”“I think we’re havin’ a thing.”They were. Oh, God, they were.