The Wrong Quarterback Quotes

“Grief is like that, I guess. You think the world should stop, should fall apart with you, but it doesn’t. It keeps going.”
― C.R. Jane, The Wrong Quarterback

“That you’re going to be mine until the day we die and for all our lifetimes after that. There’s no me without you.”
― C.R. Jane, The Wrong Quarterback

“Grief is like that, I guess. You think the world should stop, should fall apart with you, but it doesn’t. It keeps going. And you’re left standing in the middle of it, feeling hollow, watching everything move on like the person you loved wasn’t the very center of it all.”
― C.R. Jane, The Wrong Quarterback

“Every little thing about her was under my skin, from that shy smile to the way her eyes told me everything she was feeling. Fuck. I couldn’t think of anything else that mattered anymore. Everything I did was a means to an end to make her happy, to help build this thing I wanted more than anything else. Every step I took was light, charged, like I had a live wire running through me. I wanted to text her already, just to keep some connection going, as if being with her for hours today wasn’t enough.”
― C.R. Jane, The Wrong Quarterback

“Sometimes it hurt being this close to her because all I wanted was for her to be mine. I wanted to latch myself onto her and stitch her to my side so we were never apart. That sounded creepy, but I obviously meant it in the most obsessed, deranged, love-struck way, of course.”
― C.R. Jane, The Wrong Quarterback

“You and I both know this was inevitable, the kind of inevitable that gets tattooed on your skin until the day you die. I’m not going to be your rebound, Casey Larsen. I’m your end game.”
― C.R. Jane, The Wrong Quarterback

“And maybe that’s what love really was—not just filling a void, but building something beautiful out of the empty places. He’d become my world, my everything, the person who made me feel safe in a way I never thought I’d feel again. In his arms, I knew I wasn’t alone anymore. And I was ready, achingly ready, to start my happily ever after…with him.”
― C.R. Jane, The Wrong Quarterback

“Like a whisper turning into a shout. Like colors filling an empty canvas. Like a song coming to life under my fingertips.”
― C.R. Jane, The Wrong Quarterback

“You can’t steal something that belongs to you,”
― C.R. Jane, The Wrong Quarterback

“Grief is like that, I guess. You think the world should stop, should fall apart with you, but it doesn’t. It keeps going. And you’re left standing in the middle of it, feeling hollow, watching everything move on like the person you loved wasn’t the very center of it all. The ache of missing him was sharp, and I was sure it was a wound that would never heal.”
― C.R. Jane, The Wrong Quarterback

“This win…” He paused, almost like he was gathering the right words. “It’s for someone special. My soulmate’s brother, Ben Larsen. A man I never got to meet, but wish I had. I respect him immensely, and I know he’s watching out for her and us, wherever he is.”
― C.R. Jane, The Wrong Quarterback

“I opened my mouth to argue, until I realized I had that confusing, warm feeling inside me again. The idea that he was so obsessed with me that he wanted to watch me when he was out of the house was…hot. Psycho, but hot. Fuck. I needed a therapist.”
― C.R. Jane, The Wrong Quarterback

“I was also becoming more and more convinced that…I liked this. I actually liked this twisted game of control. To see the depths he’d go to keep me.”
― C.R. Jane, The Wrong Quarterback

“The Davis family had a curse. Or at least they liked to think that they did. Our male family members tended to be one look and that’s all kind of people. When they found “the one,” that was it. I hadn’t believed that it was true—it couldn’t be true. Holy shit.”
― C.R. Jane, The Wrong Quarterback

“How could life continue on when Ben wasn’t here? The world hadn’t stopped like mine had. It just kept moving, indifferent to the gaping hole his absence had left.”
― C.R. Jane, The Wrong Quarterback

“Obviously I never met your brother, but I feel like I’ve gotten a pretty good idea of who he was from what you’ve told me. And the kind of guy who loves his sister like that…he’d never be okay with a man treating her badly—his best friend or not.” I opened my mouth to object. To say that maybe I hadn’t taken enough time to listen to Gray. Maybe he needed help with a drinking problem, and I’d turned my back on him when he needed me the most. Maybe I hadn’t been a good enough girlfriend… It was like she could read my mind. “You are not responsible for a man’s bad behavior, Casey. Now repeat that for me, right the fuck now.” “I am not responsible for a man’s bad behavior,” I repeated obediently.”
― C.R. Jane, The Wrong Quarterback

“It has a tracker in there,” he said proudly. “Because best friends stalk each other.”
― C.R. Jane, The Wrong Quarterback

“Gray’s right,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. “I wanted you from the moment I saw you. I couldn’t get you out of my head.”
― C.R. Jane, The Wrong Quarterback

“We were about to pop open a casket and steal a ring off a dead woman’s finger. If that didn’t scream “secret society,” I didn’t know what did.”
― C.R. Jane, The Wrong Quarterback

“I stared at him, the boy who’d been my constant, my refuge, my home for so long. But he’d also deserted me when I’d needed him the most. And then he’d treated me like I was an afterthought instead of the love of his life.”
― C.R. Jane, The Wrong Quarterback

“What’s the difference between a snowman and a snow woman?” “I have absolutely no fucking idea,” I told him as my phone buzzed next to me. I glanced at it”
― C.R. Jane, The Wrong Quarterback

“You and I both know this was inevitable. The kind of inevitable that gets tattooed on your skin until the day you die. I'm not going to be your rebound Casey Larson. I'm your end game.”
― C.R. Jane, The Wrong Quarterback

“I love him. I love him so much that I can’t
imagine breathing without him. I love him so much that it feels like he’s carved into my soul.”
― C.R. Jane, The Wrong Quarterback

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― C.R. Jane, The Wrong Quarterback

“This had been my second trial. Fuck.”
― C.R. Jane, The Wrong Quarterback

“I’d never thought of myself as having an addictive personality, but it was official. I was addicted to Casey Larsen.”
― C.R. Jane, The Wrong Quarterback

“Football is easy if you’re crazy as hell.” —Bo Jackson”
― C.R. Jane, The Wrong Quarterback