Off the Ice (Central State, #4)

by Jaqueline Snowe

My past boyfriends were lukewarm. Fine. Medium. Like eating leftovers that you heated up in the microwave but weren’t in long enough but you were too lazy to reheat it so you ate it kinda cold. They were like that. They filled the role and did the job, but the relationships weren’t romantic.

“Sports are just reality TV for people who like competition.”

There were three napkins with numbers on them, all meant for Elle…which annoyed me. What was she gonna do, call the number and be like hey, yeah, let’s hang out what do you look like? What an inefficient way to leave your number. Idiots.

Cal refused to have feelings, and I was a girl who needed lots of them, which was why we were never meant to be.

He was emotionally stunted, like plain vanilla ice cream, and I was an extra-large milkshake with whipped cream of feelings.

A romantic partner. Someone to do brunches with and laugh and dance under the stars.