Egotistical Puckboy Quotes

“I like giving people hope in a world that has so much wrong with it.”
― Eden Finley, Egotistical Puckboy

“Good thing I didn’t do it for you.” “Obviously. It was for all the other men you plan on having over.” He steps up behind me, propping his chin on my shoulder and watching me scroll through the options. “Just so you know, I prefer when you smell all sweaty and like my cum. In case you were wondering.”
― Eden Finley, Egotistical Puckboy

“and then so much more. I’ve never cared about someone else’s happiness more than my own. I’ve never wanted to spend every moment with someone. I’ve never wanted to be vulnerable and feel safe with one person while protecting him with everything I have.”
― Eden Finley, Egotistical Puckboy

“I told myself I wouldn’t fall for him. I lied.”
― Eden Finley, Egotistical Puckboy

“I’m proud of you.”

I want to give him shit on reflex, but it’s nice to hear. “Thanks. It actually felt good.”

“You know what else feels good?” His hand trails down to grab my ass.

I laugh and pull back, then cup his face so I can kiss him. “We almost had a serious moment there, Ez.”

“I know, close call.”
― Eden Finley, Egotistical Puckboy

“The guys are cool with me being an out and proud player but get all weirded out when I go into details. Granted, I probably overshare way more than I should, but when I pointed out I had to listen to them talk about their hookups with puck bunnies, suddenly the entire team became stand-up dudes who speak respectfully about women in locker rooms.

Funny how that works.

Apparently, the cure to toxic masculinity is to show them how it feels to be talked about like a piece of meat.

You’re welcome, ladies.”
― Eden Finley, Egotistical Puckboy

“My alarm goes off at dark o’clock so I can get my ass to the fucking animal shelter to do this charity shit because fucking Anton Hayes is a fucking fuck fuck asshole fuck.”
― Eden Finley, Egotistical Puckboy

“When I can’t see your face, it’s easy to believe you’re someone else.” “You say the sweetest things.” “Let’s get one thing straight. This”
― Eden Finley, Egotistical Puckboy

“Time to wake up, Ez.” He grunts at me, which is his equivalent of “five more minutes.” Apparently, I can speak Ezra now.”
― Eden Finley, Egotistical Puckboy

“I think I’ve caught an illness where you’re concerned, and it’s affecting my decision-making abilities.”
― Eden Finley, Egotistical Puckboy

“Westly Dalton, Tripp Mitchell, Foster Grant, Oskar—”
― Eden Finley, Egotistical Puckboy

“Is that what a relationship thingy is like?
No wonder so many of my friends have fallen victim”
― Eden Finley, Egotistical Puckboy

“I don’t need luck. I have Ezra.”
― Eden Finley, Egotistical Puckboy

“True. Tell me, do they pay you guys in real money or just, like, Timbits?”
― Eden Finley, Egotistical Puckboy

“Mm, concussions are known to be fun. How’s your head?” “Never had any complaints,” I quip.”
― Eden Finley, Egotistical Puckboy

“Then, totally casual like he’s done it a million times, Anton reaches for my hand. “Ignore my boyfriend. He’s the superstitious type.”
― Eden Finley, Egotistical Puckboy

“His pouty face is pouty. I poke his cheek. “Are you sulking?” “She thought you were hot.” “And?” “And? You’re mine.”
― Eden Finley, Egotistical Puckboy

“Nope.” He pinches my chin and leans in, dark eyes locked with mine. “No joking. You are an awesome person, Ez. And while we do this thing, you’re also my person. If anyone says that shit to you, they get to face both of us.”
― Eden Finley, Egotistical Puckboy

“People. Relationships. Love. I don’t want any of it. Except when he leans over and presses a kiss to the top of my head, I’m starting to suspect that I really, really do.”
― Eden Finley, Egotistical Puckboy

“Entitled, eccentric, and egotistical. The three Es that make Ezra who he is.”
― Eden Finley, Egotistical Puckboy

“Apparently, the cure to toxic masculinity is to show them how it feels to be talked about like a piece of meat. You’re welcome, ladies.”
― Eden Finley, Egotistical Puckboy

“I shove him into the wall and crowd up behind him. “Keep talking. I dare you.”
― Eden Finley, Egotistical Puckboy

“Anton Hayes.” West holds out his hand. “I’ve heard your name a lot lately.”

I hesitate before shaking it. “Well, I have the most points scored in the league this season, so I’m not surprised.”

The guy beside him groans. “Oh no, there are two of them.”
― Eden Finley, Egotistical Puckboy

“Who are you meeting up with?”

I check we’re alone, then smile. “You.”

“What if I have plans?”

“Considering we have a game tomorrow? You don’t.”

“Can’t you at least let me pretend to play hard to get?”

“Fine.” I arch an eyebrow at him. “Carry on.”

“I’m actually really busy later. There’re the things that need to be done and the other things that need attention. It’s going to take the whole day.”

I pretend like his fake resistance isn’t endearing. “Feel better?”

“Much.”

“What if I told you I finally have my apartment ready and we can meet up without worrying about being caught?”

“Did I say there were things that needed doing?” He taps his forehead. “I forgot. The things are actually you.”
― Eden Finley, Egotistical Puckboy

“What happened anyway?” His low voice always sounds so cocky and patronizing. “I only caught the tail end. You know, where you clocked one of them.”

“Nothin’.”

“Was it the gay thing?”

I gasp. “Yes. Because anytime I get into a fight, it’s because my masculinity is threatened by homophobic twatfaces.”

“Then what was it? The game? You let fans get to you over a goddamn game?”

“If you’d lost tonight, how would you take it?”

“Grow up, man. We’ve all lost games before. We’ve all been kicked out of the playoffs. Well, you know, except Buffalo, who haven’t seen the playoffs in over a decade.”

I laugh and then hate myself for it.

“Where are you going?” Hayes asks.

“Gay bar. Because of all my gayness that’s gay, and that’s all I’m known for. Apparently.”
― Eden Finley, Egotistical Puckboy

“The words on my phone are blurry as I type in 'gay bar Philadelphia', and when it turns up with weird-ass results, I blink into focus what I actually wrote.

'Gay butt Philly cheese'.”
― Eden Finley, Egotistical Puckboy

“Come on, break the road rules with me. Live on the dark side. Step outside the box and have mind-blowing sex outside of the bedroom for once. Who knew you were so vanilla?”

He side-eyes me quickly before focusing back on the road. “If I remember correctly, we had some damn hot sex up against a wall not that long ago.”

“Whoa, wild child, settle down. Ten feet outside the bedroom is too crazy.”
― Eden Finley, Egotistical Puckboy

“I'm not that drunk.' I am that drunk.”
― Eden Finley, Egotistical Puckboy