Blindsided Quotes

“I level him with a stare and angrily state, “I am a short, round Cornish seamstress with a West Country accent that only gets thicker when I’m flustered. I’m obsessed with cats, and my freckles look like the Milky Way galaxy on a clear night.” “I love your freckles!” he barks, splaying one hand out on the counter and using his other hand to bop my nose. “They make me want to play connect the dots on your wee face.”
― Amy Daws, Blindsided

“That’s a Scot for you. They’re overbearing, loud-mouthed, no boundary-having, spirited animals who are sweet, cosy cuddlers one minute and beating the fuck out of someone who looks at them sideways the next. Or perhaps that’s just Mac?”
― Amy Daws, Blindsided

“We all have that bitchy little voice that tells us lies about ourselves. Lies that we think are true.”
― Amy Daws, Blindsided

“If you were mine and wearing that, I would shag you all night so you were too weak to go out and show everybody my property.” “Your property?” Freya lets out a peal of laughter. “Well luckily, I’m not your property so you don’t need to worry about it.” “You are mine,” I state, stepping closer to her and grabbing her by the arms. “You’re mine for the next month, and I’d be grateful if you would be willing to accept that.”
― Amy Daws, Blindsided

“Your body is everything I fucking want.” He leans down and presses a soft kiss to my lips. “Your curves.” Kiss to my shoulder. “Your dimples.” Kiss to my neck. “Your softness.” Kiss to my breasts, and my belly, and my…oh my fucking God, he’s on his knees. “Your heat,” he murmurs against my legs before hooking his fingers into the waistband of my knickers.”
― Amy Daws, Blindsided

“You’re gorgeous, Freya, and your inner voice is an evil, lying cunt.”
― Amy Daws, Blindsided

“Did you say ‘best mate’?” He shrugs. “Aye, you have been nearly since the second we met, which is why I want my teammates to know you. You’re my wee treasure, and I’m right proud of you.”
― Amy Daws, Blindsided

“It was a yes,” I laugh, and he reaches up to wipe the tears from my eyes. “Good, because I wanted to wait until I trapped you to tell you the new kitty shat on your rug and left a stain.”
― Amy Daws, Blindsided

“He sighs heavily. “Remind me what your boobies look like. It’s been hours, and I’ve forgotten already.” I hit him with an unamused stare. “If I show you my boobs, will you stop moping?” He shrugs sadly. I sit up and lift my nightgown, giving my breasts a hearty shake before lowering it and snuggling back under the covers.”
― Amy Daws, Blindsided

“As those words escape Freya’s lips, a flash of movement catches my eye, and we both look over to see a wee blond-haired boy, who can’t be more than six years old, staring directly up at us, listening to our entire exchange. His mother stands just behind him, looking outraged. With a scathing look, she drags the wee lad away, no doubt thinking we’re a couple of perverts, and I hear his wee voice repeat, “Is my penis called the Loch Ness monster too, Mummy?”
― Amy Daws, Blindsided

“You know what they say, ‘A beard that rocks the red is a beard that rocks in bed’.”
― Amy Daws, Blindsided

“Your body is everything I fucking want.” He leans down and presses a soft kiss to my lips. “Your curves.” Kiss to my shoulder. “Your dimples.” Kiss to my neck. “Your softness.” Kiss to my breasts, and my belly, and my…oh my fucking God, he’s on his knees. “Your heat,” he murmurs against my legs before hooking his fingers into the waistband of my knickers.”
― Amy Dawson Robertson, Blindsided

“Your size and your shape are bonnie, and you don’t need to trip over your words in front of a guy you fancy because you should never doubt how beautiful you are.” He swallows a seemingly uncomfortable lump in his throat, and adds, “But even if I can’t cure you of this warped view you have about your body, you need to remember you’re funny, and smart, and talented, with loads of other qualities that make the fact that you’re drop-dead gorgeous a really nice perk. Any man would be lucky to talk to you.”
― Amy Daws, Blindsided

“Good to see you again, Freya,” Javier says, his Spanish accent like a warm blanket I want to nuzzle.

My mind skips over his words as I imagine what I’d like to hear him say. “I love how your face shines in the morning sun.”

“Hot day outside, isn’t it?” he adds with a pained look towards the window.

Imaginary translation: He worries about my well-being.

“I like the colour of your dress today.”

He notices the little things.

“Did you pop in yesterday for coffee? I didn’t see you.”

He misses me when I’m not here.

“Having the usual? Iced coffee with extra milk?”

Our wedding photos would be magnificent.

I shake my head to silence the voice in my mind that’s as fanciful as a telenovela”
― Amy Daws, Blindsided

“Mac’s lips twitch with barely concealed amusement that makes me want to thump him. He always looks like he’s laughing about something. It’s maddening, really. I mean, what kind of human is constantly happy? It’s just not right.”
― Amy Daws, Blindsided

“Never have I ever fallen in love with my best friend and got everything I ever wanted out of life.”
― Amy Daws, Blindsided

“Funerals. Fuck them. Fuck the lot of them. They can go to fucking hell. Fuck cancer. Fuck old age. Fuck sympathetic looks.”
― Amy Daws, Blindsided

“But I was wrong. I’ve never seen you happier than when you’re looking at her. I’m mighty grateful I lived long enough to see that.”
― Amy Daws, Blindsided

“Ever since your gran died, I haven’t stopped thinking about all the things I should have done with her. I should have bought her more flowers. Showered her with wee presents, shown her my love more. Hell, I should have sat my arse on that sofa and watched her favourite programs on the telly instead of watching football all the damn time.”
― Amy Daws, Blindsided

“This day was the reason I fell in love with my best friend. Yet, despite all these new experiences and feelings, I can’t help but look at Allie and me in the mirror next to each other, and think, Always the bridesmaid, never the bride.”
― Amy Daws, Blindsided

“I need to get ahold of myself. For the next forty-eight hours, I need to pretend I’m not a daft idiot who is doing exactly what I promised I wouldn’t do: falling in love with my best friend.”
― Amy Daws, Blindsided

“He drops a kiss to my hair, and it’s the perfect kiss to seal a perfect moment between two best friends.”
― Amy Daws, Blindsided

“How did I never notice how kissable they are until right this second? There’s no way she’s bad at kissing with lips like hers.”
― Amy Daws, Blindsided

“Call me. Xoxo Jav I blink back my shock and stare at the phone number scrawled beneath. Javier gave me his number? Bleddy hell!”
― Amy Daws, Blindsided

“I should have never stopped listening to it because now that I’ve tasted what I thought was love, I’ll always know what I’m missing. And the memory of that feeling will be like a wound that never truly heals.”
― Amy Daws, Blindsided

“I then realise with great surprise that my best friend just took my breath away.”
― Amy Daws, Blindsided

“How did I stay away from her this long? Fucking hell, I deserve a badge of honour because this woman is temptation personified.”
― Amy Daws, Blindsided

“Even with shaggy-dog hair, Mac’s red locks are ten times nicer than mine. My shade of red is more in the Ronald McDonald family. And when I don’t style it in my signature smooth, wavy curls, I look like those Chinese crested dogs that are always getting meme’d on the internet with something cruel. Poor dears.”
― Amy Daws, Blindsided

“We do this for one month.” I turn to look my friend in the eyes and show her that I’m not messing around about this. “A month?” she asks, her brows lifting in surprise. “Why a month?” Because if we go any longer, I’ll become addicted to the taste of you.”
― Amy Daws, Blindsided

“You’re bonnie, and you’re my best mate. You should never feel the need to hide.”
― Amy Daws, Blindsided