Exchange of Hearts Quotes

“This is just the beginning,” he murmured against my ear as he slowly thrust into me. “It’s not goodbye. I love you, Harrison. We’re just starting. This is just the beginning.”
― N.R. Walker, Exchange of Hearts

“Two four seven, three six five.”
― N.R. Walker, Exchange of Hearts

“He crawled into my lap, straddling me, and held my face. He kissed my cheek. “I wish we had forever.” “I do too,” I whispered.”
― N.R. Walker, Exchange of Hearts

“He was so worked up, so angry, he couldn’t even form words. He was pacing and pulling at his hair. I grabbed his arm with one hand and his face with my other, and I kissed him. After a moment, he pulled away. “Kissing me won’t distract me,” he whispered with a smile, but the fight was gone from his voice. “Then I didn’t kiss you properly enough,” I whispered, and when I was done kissing him, he wasn’t angry anymore.”
― N.R. Walker, Exchange of Hearts

“He was looking at me like I was a puzzle to be solved, like he couldn’t believe the music was coming from my hands. When in actual fact, it wasn’t coming from my hands at all. It was coming from my heart. And”
― N.R. Walker, Exchange of Hearts

“Slowly, he sat on the edge of my seat, right beside me, and whispered, “Play for me.” So I did. But I didn’t play Mozart or even Beethoven. I played him my song. It was nameless. It was melodic and sweet, and something I’d worked on with him in mind. Each note captured the butterflies I got when I saw him, the warmth in my chest when he kissed me, the fleeting, most perfect high in the world.”
― N.R. Walker, Exchange of Hearts

“That’s right. My father, the great cardiologist,” I said sourly. “You’re so concerned about everyone else’s hearts. What about mine?” He looked at me then, seemingly lost for words. “Harrison… I….” Then he added quietly, “That’s not fair.” “No,” I agreed. “It never has been.”
― N.R. Walker, Exchange of Hearts