Love Story Quotes

“Bullshit," he snaps, before lowering his voice and leaning forward. "You're the reason we ... broke up. Shit, were we even dating?"
I lean forward. "I sure as hell thought so when I handed over my V card."
His eyes narrow. "You act like you handed it over easily. Like it didn't take me all goddamn summer to get into your pants.”
― Lauren Layne, Love Story

“Lucy Hawkins was my girl. Now she's my woman. And I'm her man. She'd better start getting used to the idea.”
― Lauren Layne, Love Story

“Not at all,” I say sweetly. “See, I just watched the way you attempted to juggle multiple girlfriends and failed, and then did the exact opposite.”
He glances at me then, a mocking smile on his face. “Oh, sweetheart. When did I ever claim you as my girlfriend?”
I suck in a quick breath, because it’s one of the more hurtful things he can say— dismissing that summer as though it were nothing.”
― Lauren Layne, Love Story

“My heart’s had barbed wire around it for a good sex years now, and there’s absolutely zero chance that the person to slip beneath my protective walls is going to be the one who caused those walls to go up in the first place.”
― Lauren Layne, Love Story

“We may hate each other, but we’re a part of each other. Moth to flame.”
― Lauren Layne, Love Story

“I was eight years old when I gave my heart to Reece Sullivan. I was eighteen when he shattered it into a million pieces.”
― Lauren Layne, Love Story

“Lucy crawled on her hands and knees over to him, and he noticed the smashed Kleenex box in her hand. Without the slightest bit of hesitation, she sat beside him on the platform, swinging her legs around to dangle like his, and handed Reece the Kleenex box.”
― Lauren Layne, Love Story

“He kisses me on and on, and slowly I feel my doubts disappear. I let myself believe, just for a second, that he wants me the way I want him.”
― Lauren Layne, Love Story

“I blow out a breath. “Thanks.”
“For?”
I pluck at the hotel comforter. “For yesterday. For coming after me and holding me, even though I know you hate me.”
I hold my breath, waiting for him to confirm that he doesn’t hate me. Which is stupid. He has no reason to hate me. He’s the one who ruined things.
I hold my breath anyway. Deny it. Say you miss me like I miss you.
There’s a rustling noise, then the creak of a crappy couch. “Night, Lucy.”
― Lauren Layne, Love Story

“When she held out her small hand expectantly for the card, he took a deep breath and handed it over, meeting her eyes. “Thank you. For staying with me.”
Lucy blinked , looking a little confused, as though it was the most obvious thing in the world that she’d spend an afternoon with a crybaby.
Then she gave him a small smile, looking a little shy for the first time since going to him, as though she’d just realized something. “I’ll never leave if you don’t want me to.”
― Lauren Layne, Love Story

“He laughs, and my heart hurts at the flood of memories. Of how we used to talk so easily, how we used to laugh so much . . .”
― Lauren Layne, Love Story

“It keeps happening this way with us, and I’m damn sick of it. Push pull, flirt fight, laugh.”
― Lauren Layne, Love Story

“Go tell your family goodbye. Let's get this nightmare on the road."
Right. Right. Because heaven forbid we put off the inevitable of finishing what we started years ago: destroying each other.”
― Lauren Layne, Love Story

“I may hate the guy next to me with the sort of blistering loathing that only a scorned woman is capable of, but I hate awkward silences nearly as much, and my fat mouth opens before I can stop it.”
― Lauren Layne, Love Story