Home Game Quotes

“I think I’m in love with you,” I blurted out. His eyes crinkled as he smiled. “That’s good.” “That’s good?” Disbelief traced my voice. “That’s all you got?” “I’ve been in love with you for months. So, yeah, it’s good that you finally ’think’ you’re in love with me.”
― Odette Stone, Home Game

“Guys don’t read instructions,” I reiterated. “No, the girls do and then we tell you what to do,”
― Odette Stone, Home Game

“I have a game tomorrow night. Do you want to come and cheer me on?” She didn’t lift her head. “Yes.” “Are you going to wear my jersey?” “Yup.” “Are we good?” She lifted her head. “I have your bathroom all planned out.” I smiled. “For our IKEA date?”
― Odette Stone, Home Game

“It was nice though. Wasn’t it?” I wanted to jump over that island and show her how nice it had been. “Yes. I enjoyed it. A lot.” She smiled a smile that almost took my breath away. “Me too. It might have been in the top five of all my kisses.” “Really? Because that was probably my top kiss.” Now why the fuck had I said that? She bit her bottom lip. “Okay. I just said top five because I didn’t even think I would make your top ten list, but it was definitely my top kiss too.”
― Odette Stone, Home Game

“In the kitchen, something rumbled behind us, and without my permission, my body went flying. One minute I was on my side of the couch, the next second I was landing on Ryan. He grunted. Oh my god. I scrambled hard, fighting to get off him. I felt a huge hand wrap around my back, pulling me against him. He sounded amused. “You’re shaking.” “Something made a noise in the kitchen,” I sounded breathless. “Stay,” he said, pulling me off balance against his hard chest, “I’ll protect you from the fridge.” I lay there rigid against him, feeling his breath rise and fall beneath me. He was radiating heat. “That was the fridge?” “The ice maker,” he sounded amused.”
― Odette Stone, Home Game

“So, do you like your new room?” My entire body froze. “What do you mean?” “The room you decorated. It’s your room now.” I swallowed. “For real?” He glanced at me. “No. I’m going to make you sleep on the couch.” “It’s for your guests. I don’t want to wreck it.” He looked bemused. “It’s a bedroom, Zoey. And it was always for you.” What did he mean, it was always for me? “It was?” “Why do you think I got you to decorate it?”
― Odette Stone, Home Game

“Krista stepped up and jabbed me hard in the chest. “You need to take care of her, because if you don’t, I swear to God, I’ll disown you.”
― Odette Stone, Home Game

“So, what should I tell Krista? You want to hang out here tonight?” “I want to go.” Another smile that almost knocked my socks off. My stomach weirdly pitched. When had he started smiling at me like that? “It will be good to have someone in the crowd cheering for me.”
― Odette Stone, Home Game

“Ryan sat in one of the showrooms, hunched over his phone, his head down and his face hidden by his hat. I tried asking him a couple times for his advice, but he said, “I believe in you, Zoey.”
― Odette Stone, Home Game

“You know, they make you put your own furniture together.” She giggled. Like a full on, joyful noise. “Yeah.” I realized that I hadn’t heard her laugh before. “Why do you like IKEA so much?” “It feels so homey in there.” “Homey?” A small shrug. “It feels like a home should feel.” Oh fuck. Without even knowing it, this chick was hitting all my soft spots. IKEA it was.”
― Odette Stone, Home Game

“I’ve got your smoothie stuff ready.” The kitchen was immaculate. She had filled the blender with my smoothie ingredients. I stood there looking at the blender and noticed that she had her boots on. Keeping my word with this chick was suddenly important. The words tumbled out of my mouth. “Give me 15.”
― Odette Stone, Home Game

“She doesn’t know a thing about hockey, but when you were in that fist fight with O’Hara, she got upset.” I was having trouble keeping up with this conversation. “What do you mean upset?” “Well for a few moments, no one was sure how you would fair in your fight with Goliath, and it glued her to the television. Then, after the fight, when you went to the box, she repeatedly asked me if I thought you were okay.”
― Odette Stone, Home Game

“I’m not a crybaby. I never cry.” If there was anyone that deserved to shed a few tears, it was Zoey. Without thinking, I promised her, “We will get you through this, okay?” She nodded, as another wave of emotion crossed her face. “Can you stop being so nice?” I stared at her, my expression serious. “No can do.”
― Odette Stone, Home Game

“Are you the doorman who refused to let my house guest have access to my apartment?” “No. Sir. Of course not.” Ryan reappeared in the door and motioned at me with his head. “Get out here.” I stepped out and the doorman’s face fell when he saw me. “I can explain.” Ryan was breathing hard. “This is Zoey. She is staying with me indefinitely. If she wants a cab, you call her a cab. If you see her, you greet her with courtesy and respect. And if she walks in front of a door, you do your fucking job and open that fucking door for her like your fucking life depends on it.”
― Odette Stone, Home Game

“The doorman wouldn’t let me in.” “Excuse me?” “He said I was loitering. But I wasn’t. I was just walking to the elevator.” “Why didn’t you tell him you were staying with me?” My teeth clattered. “He didn’t believe me.” Ryan parked the vehicle and nearly ripped his door off getting out. He stuck his head back in. “Come on.” He looked dangerous.”
― Odette Stone, Home Game

“Why are you being so nice?” “Good question.” “I hurt.” “I know.” “I’m in your bed.” “That’s fine. Just sleep.”
― Odette Stone, Home Game

“His apartment, for lack of a better word, was huge. It was the top floor and had floor-to-glass widows”
― Odette Stone, Home Game

“She gave me an unapologetic look and said with complete sincerity. “Sorry. But you’re not my type.” Jesus. She was killing me. “Good thing I don’t lack confidence.” She looked at me critically. “You do have a lot of confidence, although I have no idea why.” I tried, but I couldn’t wipe that damn smile off my face.”
― Odette Stone, Home Game

“Whatcha reading?” “A book called Capitalism and Freedom.” “Is that for class?” Her smiled widened. “For fun.”
― Odette Stone, Home Game