Slap Shot Chelsea Curto Quotes

The best part of my job is being in charge of entitled men who think they’re better than me because they have a dick.

I love you, Mama. To the stars, the heavens, and beyond.

He gives me a wave and flips his hat backward before walking toward us. Jesus Christ. Shit like that should be illegal for men to do in public.

We need to make him watch the ‘Juno’ positions clips and figure out which ones he likes.” Grant drops to the floor and thrusts into the rug. “Have you ever tried this one, Hud?

Of course I mean it. I’d go to war for your daughter. For you, too.” “Why?” she whispers, and I think of a hundred ways I can answer that question. Because I’m attracted to you. Because I’m determined to show you there are good men out there. Because it’s the bare minimum of what you deserve. Because I’m fucking falling in love with you, and I’d let you break my heart if that’s what you wanted. “Because y’all are mine.” I tuck a loose piece of hair behind her ear. “And I protect what’s mine.

Piper makes me sound like a hero, when, really, I’m just treating people how I’d want to be treated. The right way to be treated, and that boils over to Madeline and Lucy too.

You’re going to be the death of me, Madeline. Please be gentle when you kill me.

Probably a book with Clifford, since she’s six. G-Money Not as entertaining as the book I’m reading right now. There’s accidental cannibalism in it lol. Me I don’t want to know.

I don’t have enough free time to be a murderer, and I saw how good you are with knives. I wouldn’t stand a chance against you.

I swear the only thing hotter than a guy with a kid is a guy wearing a backward hat.

and every day I’m closer to selling pictures of my feet on the internet.

G-Money I think it’s cool the league is becoming more inclusive. First Emmy, now Lia? Fucking amazing.

How the fuck am I supposed to focus on hitting a goddamn puck when the man who divorced the woman I fucking love sits in the stands without getting a piece of my fucking mind?

Women need to stick together. If we don’t lift each other up, who the hell will?

She looks at me straight on with big, beautiful eyes, and I feel the love radiating off of her. The love for her daughter. The love she has for me and the life we’ve built together, even if she’s not ready to say the words.

I don’t add the other part. The admission that not a single woman has caught my eye, because I’ve been thinking about her lately. Nonstop, really. Wanting to touch her. Wanting to taste her. Wanting to wrap my arms around her and kiss her until she’s dizzy and forgets her name.

Hello, Lucy,” I speak and sign. Her mouth pops open and she scoots closer to me, looking at my hands then up at me. Madeline gasps, but I don’t let myself get distracted. “My name is Hudson. I have two dogs, Gus and Millie. My favorite food is a cheeseburger, and I play hockey.

Hey.” Maverick puts his arm around my shoulder. “You’re a catch, Huddy. Your person is out there, and you want to know the wildest fucking thing?” I huff. My breath comes out like a wisp of smoke, and I can’t wait to hear. “What?” “She’s trying to get to you right now. It’s just taking her a little while. Traffic, you know?” “Wow. That might be the deepest thing you’ve ever said, Mav.

I’m tired of books that claim the main characters don’t like each other. I want to see it. Give me a dagger to the throat,” Liam says, and Grant nods in agreement. “Pretty sure that could be considered assault,” Riley chimes in. “Not in dark romance it’s not,” Grant says. “That’s why I like that shit the most.” “Yeah, because stalkers are more believable than two people not liking each other,” I draw out.

This was a very bad idea. I haven’t updated my will. I haven’t seen the Grand Canyon or the Great Barrier Reef yet. I’m too young to die.

Madeline rests her cheek on my shoulder and picks up the last bite of her cookie. “What font should we use?” I choke on a laugh and wipe under my eyes. “Comic Sans. Obviously.

It was all surface level stuff, though. I’ve never really had a friend. Someone I could spill my guts to and call crying in the middle of the night if I needed a minute to vent. I always felt like a bother, like I was interrupting something more important, so I kept to myself. I’ve always wanted that strong friendship—a woman or two I could have in my corner when the going gets rough—and my heart races with anticipation as we join the pair at the table.

I didn’t want to inconvenience you. Me It’s not an inconvenience if it’s something I want to do.

When Madeline stands and says she’s going to grab Lucy from school, hours have passed, and I can’t help but think about how today is the best day I’ve had in a long, long time.

Madeline lifts her chin. “You noticed that?” “I notice a lot of things.” “Oh.” She’s quiet for a minute, working the needle through the fabric again. “No one’s done that in a long time.” “Done what?” “Noticed the little things.” She shrugs, still hyperfocused on that damn needle and thread. “There’s nothing special about me.” I frown. She’s not wrong about many things, but she’s wrong about that. Madeline Galloway is special, and I’m sad she’s been led to think otherwise. “Agree to disagree,” I say, and her cheeks turn a faint shade of pink.

My mouth goes dry, and I know I’m no better than a man with the thoughts racing through my head. I’m staring at him like I haven’t been fed in goddamn years, but I can’t help it. Hudson Hayes is built like a god, and he’s hot as hell. I could pretend to be oblivious to it before. Sure, he has a pretty face. A smile that can make you blush and eyes that twinkle when he thinks something is really funny. But now? Now I know he has a six-pack. Now I know he’s been hiding a body that looks like it was handcrafted out of the finest marble, but he does and he is, and my brain nearly short-circuits because of it. “Jesus Christ,” I mumble. “What?” he asks “Nothing. I—the smell.” I stare at his ear instead of his chest. I’ve never seen such a good-looking man before. I could bounce a quarter off his stomach if I wanted to, and I really kind of want to.

It’s not the only outlet. Ethan rides motorcycles. Grant carries around this small notebook but won’t tell us what is inside. He claims it’s to play tic-tac-toe with himself, but it’s obvious he’s lying. I’m wondering if he’s drawing or writing a book.

I meant you. To feel like I’m living and not just surviving. I didn’t know if my heart could take losing my mom. There were so many days where I pretended I was okay. Where I’d smile and laugh at practice with the guys then come home and cry myself to sleep because I was so fucking sad. I haven’t been sad since meeting you, though. You’ve… you’ve poured love into the cracks I’ve tried so hard to fill myself, and I think I’m finally whole again.

Those urges weren’t there a week ago, and I don’t know why they’re here now. Is it because we’re sharing things with each other? Is it because her eyes sparkle like the stars? Is it because I haven’t felt this kind of closeness with a woman who wasn’t Piper, Lexi, or Emmy in what seems like ages? Or ever. Maybe it’s because it’s her, and the more time I spend with Madeline, the more I realize she might be the most incredible person I’ve ever met.

Denver’s assistant head coach is a woman.” Lexi points across the ice to a woman with blonde hair and a clipboard in her hand. Her blue suit is tailored and fitted to her toned thighs, and she’s deep in conversation with one of the players on her team. Every few seconds her eyes flick up. She scans the ice, and I wonder if she’s looking for someone specific.

Her lips pull up into a grin. She lifts her chin, a dare there, before she says, “Fuck it,” and crashes her mouth against mine. The planets realign. The earth stops rotating, and this is different from how we kissed on New Year’s. This is intentional. Something that has purpose and something she’s doing without any provoking.

Who?” Piper follows my gaze. “That’s Hannah, Grant’s sister. She’s a professional figure skater.” She smiles at my daughter and transitions to only signing. What size shoe do you wear, Lucy?

My neighbor and friend from childhood, Jimmy Silva. He’s come to a couple games.

Nope,” I say. “I’m fine.” I’m treated to a view of his back muscles as he walks away, and I push the heels of my palms into my eyes. It’s wrong to be gawking at him. That’s exactly what I said I wouldn’t do when I took this job, but here I am: my tongue almost hanging out of my mouth, my skin flushed and my pulse racing. Starry-eyed, like I’ve never seen a man before. And, fuck, is Hudson a man.

With me you will.

This way I get to see the parts of yourself you say you don’t love. The cellulite, the stretch marks. You don’t have to like them, Maddie, but I’m fucking obsessed with them. I’ll worship them for both of us.

I wish I could tell you the hard days get better, but sometimes you have to go through a lot of shit before you come out on the other side.

We stay exactly as we are, and it takes everything in me to not tilt my head. To not turn my cheek and nuzzle into his embrace, a plant begging for sunlight.

Can I⁠—” “Anything. Nothing. Whatever you want.” Hudson cups my chin with so much care, I almost melt because of it. “I’m at your mercy.

I want it to be good for you, too.” “Maddie.” Hudson smiles. Brushes his thumbs along my ribs and drums his fingers against my skin. “This right here—being with you? Touching you? Breathing the same air as you?—is good enough for me. Everything else is a bonus.” Goddamn him for being the most perfect man.

Did you all see Amelia Green out in Denver got promoted from assistant head coach to associate head coach? First woman in the NHL to hold that position.

We don’t say anything else. I put my chin on top of her head and drape an arm over the back of the bench. I like having her by my side. She might be the most favorite friend I’ve ever had, and I know I should be the one thanking her.

She’s so soft, and when she kisses the corner of my mouth, I whimper. It’s torture—hell on earth—but when she huffs out a laugh at my patheticness and kisses me fully, I’m a lost cause.

Her lips pull up into a grin. She lifts her chin, a dare there, before she says, “Fuck it,” and crashes her mouth against mine. The planets realign.

It’s not the length of time that determines your happiness. It’s the person,

I don’t care if that was a joke. Knock it the fuck off or save it for the bar when I’m not around. And keep my roommate’s name out of your mouth. None of you are touching her, and you’re not going to talk about her like that again. Got it?

If I played cricket, that would’ve worked really well.

What was with the penalty you got earlier? I saw you chirping that dude.” “He liked one of Emmy’s photos on Instagram last week, and it pissed me off. The hit was worth the two-minute timeout I got in the sin bin.” “You’re joking.

My Uber driver asked if I’m in finance. Gag me.

My mouth goes dry, and I know I’m no better than a man with the thoughts racing through my head.

Every day I’m losing faith I’ll find anything comparable to my previous salary, and every day I’m closer to selling pictures of my feet on the internet.

I love bread!

G-Money Not as entertaining as the book I’m reading right now. There’s accidental cannibalism in it lol.

Are you good?” Maverick asks when everyone starts arguing over the lack of third act breakup in the story.

You’re okay, right? I don’t need to grab a lamp and use it as a weapon, do I?

Because y’all are mine.” I tuck a loose piece of hair behind her ear. “And I protect what’s mine.

A week of job searching has left me empty-handed and on the brink of joining OnlyFans.

It feels like I’m drifting out to sea, away from her. The more time that goes by, the more difficult it is to get to the shore. I’m lost in the ocean with no hope of finding my way back to land.

Hey.” Maverick puts his arm around my shoulder. “You’re a catch, Huddy. Your person is out there, and you want to know the wildest fucking thing?” I huff. My breath comes out like a wisp of smoke, and I can’t wait to hear. “What?” “She’s trying to get to you right now. It’s just taking her a little while. Traffic, you know?

and life is too short to not tell the people you care about exactly how you feel.

everything happens for a reason, even if you don’t know what the reason is at the time.

He turns the stereo up and we sing along with Noah Kahan and Shaboozey at the top of our lungs while we sip our coffee and pass through half a dozen towns.

Hey, Mama.” I set the flowers on her headstone and sit on the grass.

You got me there, Huddy Boy. Fine. I was saying goodbye to tonight’s company, who would be more than happy to confirm I am the lucky bastard with a pierced dick.

Hello, Lucy,” I speak and sign. Her mouth pops open and she scoots closer to me, looking at my hands then up at me. Madeline gasps, but I don’t let myself get distracted. “My name is Hudson. I have two dogs, Gus and Millie. My favorite food is a cheeseburger, and I play hockey.” I go slow and take my time to make sure each motion is deliberate. I keep eye contact with Lucy and use lots of expression on my face. “I’ve been practicing my signing. I’ve loved having you and your mom here. And I hope you’ll stick around for a while. You are one of my favorite people in the world, Lucy girl, and I’m so excited we can talk to each other. I might not be very good at it, but I’m going to keep learning for you, okay?

I’m seconds away from committing a homicide.

Says the guy who picked the book with cannibalism in it,” Liam grumbles. “Accidental cannibalism. Jesus. I don’t want to eat people.

Wow.” Maverick chuckles. “You’re down bad, aren’t you?

If she wants to be friends, I’m going to be the best damn friend she’s ever had.

He makes me believe. In love, in healing, in relationships that don’t end.

When I’m with you, I’m the most sure I’ve ever been about anything in my entire life.

Everything narrows down to her, and the careful way she puts a hand on my chest. How her fingers fan out over my shirt and she twists the cotton, pulling me toward her. As if I wouldn’t go willingly. As if I wouldn’t fucking crawl or run or climb a mountain to get there.

It might be a big game for us tonight, but I don’t care. I’ll have those two in the stands, which means I already won.

But that’s the thing about Hudson Hayes: he makes me feel alive in ways I’ve never been.

Jesus Christ. Shit like that should be illegal for men to do in public.

There are a lot of men in the world, but I’m learning there’s only one Hudson Hayes.

Madeline watched our game, and that makes me even prouder than the goal did.

I leave out the part where we sat on my couch together the other night. How her laughs turned into snorts and how I couldn’t help having one more glass of wine because it meant spending a little more time with her.

A man in jeans and a black T-shirt watching Grant’s sister do another pirouette with the hint of a scowl on his face.

Shit. Sorry. Asparagus.

Would it help if I shared my location with you?

Oh.” She’s quiet for a minute, working the needle through the fabric again. “No one’s done that in a long time.” “Done what?” “Noticed the little things.” She shrugs, still hyperfocused on that damn needle and thread. “There’s nothing special about me.” I frown.

Maybe not everyone finds that great love, and I’m one of the unlucky ones.

from the tufts of hair between her legs to the

Oh, you sweet boy.

She wants you to know how much she loves being here. How much she loves the dogs and how much fun she has when you’re around,” Madeline tells me.

Yeah. But I also want to kiss you because I’ve been thinking about it for weeks.

You don’t sound too sure. Guess I need to do a better job at showing you you’re not just an employee. That I appreciate you.

We need to make him watch the ‘Juno’ positions clips and figure out which ones he likes.

I’ll just admire him from afar,

guess I am a romantic. I believe in soulmates and happily ever afters. One person for you kind of thing. I’ve always cared more about emotional attraction than physical attraction.

there’s something special about Hudson. It’s like he really wants to know you. Once you’re close with him, he has your back. He’ll do anything for you, no questions asked.

Hudson kissed me the other night, and it was the best kiss of my life. It was a full-body experience. Toe-curling. Heart-stopping. Goddamn magical.

You remind me of her. She was the world’s best mom. And so are you.

I want him, in any way I can have him, because he’s the epitome of perfection. He’s magic and stardust and everything I’ve ever dreamed about when I let my cynical heart imagine falling for another man somewhere down the road. He makes me believe, and that’s not something I’ve done in a very long time.

There’s nothing special about me.” I frown. She’s not wrong about many things, but she’s wrong about that. Madeline Galloway is special, and I’m sad she’s been led to think otherwise.

I don’t think you’ll ever know how much it means to us that you did that, Hudson. I could visit a hundred different worlds and I’d never find someone as wonderful and kind as you.

I think this is going to be the start of a beautiful partnership.” She gives me another smile, a sly and coy one that does something to my chest. “I couldn’t agree more, hockey guy.

Every kind of emotion twists into a knot in my stomach with the plea in his ask. There’s gratitude and appreciation. Fear of giving over control and careful acceptance of having someone in my corner. I bob my head in a slow nod, ready to welcome the help I so desperately need.

I’d go to war for your daughter. For you, too.” “Why?” she whispers, and I think of a hundred ways I can answer that question. Because I’m attracted to you. Because I’m determined to show you there are good men out there. Because it’s the bare minimum of what you deserve. Because I’m fucking falling in love with you, and I’d let you break my heart if that’s what you wanted.