The Boyfriend Goal Quotes

“Besides, books were, and are, better companions than athletic gear.”
― Lauren Blakely, The Boyfriend Goal

“She tilts her head. “You guys are baking together now?” Is it weird to cook with your roomie these days? “Of course,” I say, fighting to stay nonchalant. “Sometimes we cook together.” And I leave him handwritten letters, and he drives me to work, and I give him ibuprofen, and he buys me books, and we’re working through my aunt’s bucket list for me in our free time. That’s all totally normal, right?”
― Lauren Blakely, The Boyfriend Goal

“done.” He shoots me a stern stare with his steely ice-blue eyes, colder than his sister’s, more calculating. “See you at morning skate on Sunday. And don’t forget what I told you earlier.” I fight off a grimace and paste on a smile. “We’re all good.” As Christian heads to the players’ lot exit, Everly rolls her eyes, then says, “Let me guess what he told you earlier. Is it the antiquated, sexist, don’t touch my sister rule?” She asks it like she wants to step on that rule and stub it into the ground with her heels. “Um, yeah,” I say, embarrassed on behalf of testosterone and its stupidity. “Men,” she says with a heavy sigh. “Seriously.”
― Lauren Blakely, The Boyfriend Goal

“I’ve already fucked my teammate’s sister.”
― Lauren Blakely, The Boyfriend Goal

“You don’t bang a teammate’s sister. Well, unless you plan to marry her.”
― Lauren Blakely, The Boyfriend Goal

“Once upon a time, I moved to San Francisco. My first night in town, I met a guy who reminded me of a book. No one has ever—in my whole life—compared me to a book before. That’s like comparing a truck to a blanket. They don’t go together. With some skepticism, I flip to the next page. Because he fucked like a page-turner you didn’t want to put down.”
― Lauren Blakely, The Boyfriend Goal

“He grabs the hem of the sweatshirt he bought for me, whisking it up. “Looks great on.” Tugs it over my head. “Looks even better off.”
― Lauren Blakely, The Boyfriend Goal

“floor. Greta will understand. He toes off his shoes, then climbs over me. I expect more kisses, but instead, he pushes up my sweatshirt. “This has been driving me crazy since I first saw it,” he says, then presses a hot kiss to my belly, flicking his teeth across the ring. Oh, I think I’m into that. Gasping, I arch closer to his touch.”
― Lauren Blakely, The Boyfriend Goal

“Can you bend me over the bed and fuck me hard?” He breathes out in a rush of air, full of arousal as his eyes flash, like he’s won the jackpot at the slot machines. Then, in a rasp of a voice, he says, “Josie, I can and I fucking will.” He seals his dirty promise with a hot, deep kiss that has me seeing stars.”
― Lauren Blakely, The Boyfriend Goal

“This is it. This is absolutely it. He’s item number one. “There’s something I’ve always wanted to do but never have,” I say, and nothing is going to stop me now. His irises say go the fuck on. “Yeah?” I pause, then find my courage as I tackle the first item on my list. “Have a one-night stand with a sexy stranger.”
― Lauren Blakely, The Boyfriend Goal

“Dear Josie, You said you thought you were a lot, but I’m a lot too. Why don’t we be a lot together instead of apart? Xoxo Wes When I look up from the letter, all my emotions climb up inside me, soaring through my body. My heart is beating so fast. “Wes,” I say, just because it feels good to say his name again like he’s precious to me—because he is. He captures my face in his big hands. “For a while there I thought I was falling in love with you. But it’s done. There’s no more falling. I am so ridiculously in love with you, it’s unreal. You’re not a distraction. You put me first and did something huge for me by trying to give me space for my job and what I thought was going on. And I was so, so stupid to let you step away. I’m not going to do that again.” He pauses and swallows, those warm brown eyes so vulnerable. “If you’ll have me again.” I throw my arms around him. “I’m yours.” I drop a quick kiss to his lips, then pull back. “And I love you so much it’s kind of ridiculous too.”
― Lauren Blakely, The Boyfriend Goal

“Get out of the way. With a gentle smile, and I hope, a caring one, I reach for his forearm, rub my hand along the dog and music notes. “But what if you are too distracted by everything that’s happening here? With me? I mean, I’m kind of a lot.” “Don’t say that,” he says, but it lacks his usual…vigor. His usual bossiness. “I am,” I insist. “The night you met me I was locked out and half-naked, and you saved me. The next time I lost my short-term rental, and you saved me. Then, you found my list and you offered to do it with me.” Emotions climb up my throat, tightening it in a chokehold. But I try to push past the tears stinging the backs of my eyes. “I’m a lot. You’ve given me a lot. But you need to leave something for yourself.” His brow knits. “What are you talking about?” I roll my lips together, fighting off the waterworks, then I dig down and say, “Would it be easier if I finish the list on my own and give you a little time to refocus?” Time—it’s the one thing we don’t have. But right now, that doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter because Wes is quiet again, chewing on that, perhaps. That’s another sign I’m doing the right thing for him.”
― Lauren Blakely, The Boyfriend Goal

“I could say I want us to make this work. But what can I offer him right now that’ll settle him? Nothing. I’m still in limbo. I don’t know if I’m staying or leaving. But I know this—I’m not the one trying to play professional hockey in front of twenty thousand people every other day, with media who breathe down my neck, fans who cheer and jeer me, and a father who gives me a hard time. I do know what that’s like though. I was raised with it. From the comfort of my books, I watched that world unfold as my parents focused on my superstar brother. Gave him every opportunity to succeed. They were right to channel their energy into him—look where he is now. At the top of his game. Growing up, he was the plant that required a lot of water. Me? I’m the cactus after all. My family barely notices what I do, and really, it’s okay. I’ve always had books and friends. I’ve always done a good job taking care of myself and getting out of the way. My aunt taught me to cook, to bake, to learn, to read. Most of all, she taught me to be independent. With a cold, stark certainty, I’m sure I have to do for Wesley what I did for my family growing up.”
― Lauren Blakely, The Boyfriend Goal

“Too bad I still want to tug her onto my lap, pull her close so she’s straddling my thighs, then hold her face, run a hand down her throat, and trace the outline of those pretty lips. But there’s too much at stake. This living situation. The team. And now, her. This woman who’s on the cusp of something. Who’s changing. Learning how to be a bolder version of herself. Maybe I’d like to be another version of me too. The version that isn’t defined by the one thing I’ve been good at, the only thing I’ve ever been told I could do well.”
― Lauren Blakely, The Boyfriend Goal

“Fiddling with the scrunchie, she says, “It’s taken me a while to start it because…” She stops, eyes welling. “I’m not that good at getting out of my comfort zone. I’m…a creature of habit.” She meets my face, shrugs a little hopelessly. “I’m not the daring girl. I’m not the bold one. I’m the girl who escapes into books.”
― Lauren Blakely, The Boyfriend Goal

“There are measuring cups, bowls, and flour for miles. “This will take a while to clean up. Why don’t you lie down with a good book and read and I’ll clean?”
― Lauren Blakely, The Boyfriend Goal

“Men,” she says with a heavy sigh. “Seriously.” She turns back to Josie. “Listen, if there’s anything you need, I’d be more than happy to help out.” “You don’t have to,” Josie says. “I want to,” Everly says, boss mode activated completely. “I work with these guys every day. They can be⁠—” “Ornery kangaroos?” Josie offers.”
― Lauren Blakely, The Boyfriend Goal