N.R. Walker Quotes & Sayings

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

What has been promised, is debt. — N.R. Walker

I won't change that much," I replied. "Because believe me, when this pasta comes out, I'm gonna suck those carbs down like a blowjob. — N.R. Walker

I'm surprised I could actually talk with how much I was grinning. — N.R. Walker

I never thought I'd be the type to cry at a wedding. And I didn't cry, per se. It must have
been allergies or something. Who the hell has a wedding in the outdoors in Spring? I mean, come
on. — N.R. Walker

I think he won a tiny piece of my heart that day. If he didn't have the whole damn thing before then, he certainly had part of it now. — N.R. Walker

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

My last thought before falling asleep last night was a realisation that I was falling in love with Andrew.
Well, not me exactly. My stupid, traitorous heart. — N.R. Walker

They should love you, just as you are. Parents should love their kids, right?"
"You'd think so. — N.R. Walker

I'd crossed that line like Usain freakin' Bolt. — N.R. Walker

You know what a sense of place is?" Cooper nodded. "It's when the place you're in feels like home. Where you're at peace." I nodded. "That's exactly right." Cooper looked around. "This place?" I shook my head. "No." His voice kind of squeaked. "Me?" I nodded and grinned. "You're my sense of place, Cooper. — N.R. Walker

I'll always be your big spoon." He snorted. "Unless I'm being the big spoon. Then you'll be my little spoon." "Always. — N.R. Walker

Cooper fell back onto his back. Jesus, Tom. Don't ask me to marry you when I'm mad. Fuck. — N.R. Walker

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

When I opened the door, Andrew was standing there like a remedy for heart palpitations. Or maybe he made them worse. It was hard to tell. — N.R. Walker

Six months ago, I was intrigued, bewitched even, by this butterfly man. Now I was in love with him, impossibly so. Impossible because there was no going back from this. I was a changed man. My heart belonged wholly to him, and I knew, without a doubt, it always would. — N.R. Walker

Trent grinned and winked at him. Just a heel click of my ruby slippers away, baby. — N.R. Walker

This is kind of insane, isn't it?" I asked. "I've only known you for a few days."
"Five days. Six days if you include today." His blue eyes met mine, our foreheads still touching. "It's not insane. Insanity is a state of mind which prevents normal perception and/or behaviours."
I chuckled at his clinical reply, but he pulled back so he could see my face properly and shrugged. "Jack, what I perceive of you, and how I've conducted myself in your company is with full mental cohesion." His cheeks stained with colour. "And Einstein would have you believe that insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results." He bit his lip and laughed at himself, I think. "But I don't want different results. I wouldn't change a thing. — N.R. Walker

There was nothing, nothing, that compared to that moment. — N.R. Walker

For all the times he'd fucked me, he'd never fucked me like this. Because this wasn't fucking.
It was in his eyes, in his touch, in his kiss. It was in his heartbeat, pulsing against my chest and inside me. It was how he moaned my name, it was how he murmured and pleaded, and it was how his fingers dug into my skin. It wasn't fucking. It was emotion and pure need ...
He was making love to me. — N.R. Walker

Lucas, I hired you because you're brilliant." I believed him. I smiled. "It's true. I am. — N.R. Walker

I tried to do my bracelet up, but couldn't get the clasp to fasten, and before I tossed it across the room, Will grabbed my hand and fixed the silver clasp for me.
"Jesus, Mark, surely Batman can do up his own bracelets."
"Batman. Bat. Man, Will," I reminded him. "I'm not Magneto. — N.R. Walker

I have a black belt in sarcasm, and my wit is like lightning. — N.R. Walker

I was nervous because I really wanted this to go well. — N.R. Walker

Cooper grinned at me. "So, are you going to see me off at the airport? Stand in the terminal lounge, staring out the window, waiting for my plane to take off?"
I snorted. "Um, no. I was going to drop you off at the departure terminal so I didn't have to get a parking spot."
He gaped and narrowed his eyes. "When you get home, do me a favour and Google the word chivalry," he said flatly. "It's spelled c-h-i-v - "
"Shut up," I said with a laugh.
"Or even look up the definition of 'nice boyfriend'. I'm pretty sure it says 'does not drop off loved one at terminal gate' or 'does not tell boyfriend to shut up'. — N.R. Walker

It was funny how the monumental shit in your life tends to happen in slow-motion and at warp speed at the same time. — N.R. Walker

There was something absolutely terrifying in handing over your wounded heart for someone else to hold. — N.R. Walker

Because the heart is blind... — N.R. Walker

It's about time I spent time on what's really important." "Well, work, then dinner, then you can do what's really important." Then he added, "You know I'm what's important, don't you? I meant that you can do me. — N.R. Walker

I could do my shoelaces up without having to reach over my stomach. — N.R. Walker

So if I'm Gen Y and you're X, then together we are the chromosome code for male," he mused.
"Yes, I am X marks the spot, and you are the dear God, why, why, why. — N.R. Walker

I'll never be able to see you."
I took his other hand, holding both his in mine. "You do see me. No one has ever seen me like you do." I lifted his hands to my face. "You know me, you see me, like no one else."
"Not through these eyes."
"No," I agreed quietly. "You see me with your heart. — N.R. Walker

You're so good with people. You say all the right things to make people feel better about themselves. You don't do it to be patronising at all; you do it because you're a good person. — N.R. Walker

There is nothing in this world I want more," he whispered, "than to call you my husband. — N.R. Walker

A comfortable silence fell over us while we watched the TV, when a foul stench assaulted my nose. I almost gagged. "Jesus. Was that you?" Kira sat up, pushing me off him. "It was you! Fucking hell, Matt. What did you eat today?" Then Oscar yawned and stretched out on the rug on the floor, looking rather pleased with himself. — N.R. Walker

I'd jumped into raging rivers, ridden wild bulls, bucking horses and fought off deadly snakes. I'd done a thousand crazy things in my life that made Ma yell at me, but I'd never - never - been as scared as I was when I looked at him. * — N.R. Walker

I think you're something wonderful. — N.R. Walker

I glanced back to Yanni to see him smiling at us. "You two can stop being so cute now."
"Well, Spencer can," Andrew deadpanned. "I, unfortunately, am cute all the time."
I laughed. "It's true. He is. — N.R. Walker

Two four seven, three six five. — N.R. Walker

Andrew warned me to leave before you got here, but you're early."
"I am, sorry. Lola offered me a lift, and taking Cindy Crawford is better than a bus, even if it means almost dying."
They both stared at me. Andrew put his arm around me and chuckled. "Mom, Cindy Crawford is Lola's car."
She put her hand to her heart. "Oh. — N.R. Walker

I came to Tasmania in search of an elusive species. And I found it. But never in my wildest dreams did I expect to find you. And I believe I found a type of butterfly that exists only in my belly which makes itself known when I think of you. — N.R. Walker

I figured if I was tired enough, I wouldn't miss Travis.
Which kind of worked, until after the three o'clock fussing-wombat feed and I got back into bed and his side of the bed was cold.
Or until I tripped over his laundry that he'd left on the bathroom floor. That he always left on the bathroom floor.
Or until I sat at the table at breakfast time and his chair was too damn empty. There was no smartarse comments, no bursts of laughter. His blue eyes didn't spark with humour and his sandy-blond hair didn't spike out just so.
There was no foot-holding under the table. — N.R. Walker

Well, all of us country club ex-wives need a lot of money," she said. "Sex with the
stable boys at the club isn't cheap you know."
I almost choked. "Mom! You made me spit my beer."
My dearest mother hummed into the phone. "Maybe you wouldn't be single, darling, if
you learned to swallow properly. — N.R. Walker

Smitten kitten? I swear a piece of my manliness just died. "Promise me you wont ever say those words again. — N.R. Walker

We'd done little more than introduce ourselves to the woman at the front desk of the
tailor, when the door behind us opened. I didn't turn around at first, not really caring who else walked into the store, but when Will spoke to someone, I looked to see who it was.
Clay.
In his blue fireman pants and boots and a blue tee-shirt with Hartford Fire Department written on the front.
Great.
Just fucking great.
"When I texted Clay earlier," Will said, "I told him we'd be here and wouldn't be long,
and that he should come down if he had time."
I guess he had time.
Where the fuck are all the pyromaniacs when I need them? — N.R. Walker

Now he laughed again. "I'm sorry. I just tend to get on the defensive." "That's okay. I tend to get on the clueless. So we're even." He — N.R. Walker

I kissed him softly and left my lips pressed to his for a few beats of my heart. — N.R. Walker

I met someone special today," I told her. "His name is Lawson Gale." She wagged her tail at me. "I dunno, Rosie, but if there's any such thing as perfect for me, he just might be it. — N.R. Walker

Fifteen minutes later, cold-showered and somewhat clear-headed, I walked into the bar certain of two things. If I was going to stay in my very comfortable closet, I needed to avoid my new boxing trainer. And I needed a fucking drink. — N.R. Walker

I was short on patience and long on not-in-the-fucking-mood. — N.R. Walker

The guy you've been seeing, the one you were all so secret-squirrel about, was my dad?" Cooper nodded. "Yes." "Oh, fucking hell," Ryan squeaked. "The one you said sucked dick like a Dyson? — N.R. Walker

I was so comfortable. I was warm and cozy, in that blissful, dreamy place between asleep and awake ...
Until my comfy pillow moved.
And the blanket keeping me warm moved.
I grumbled at them sleepily, and then my pillow and blanket chuckled.
I looked up, trying to make sense of my thoughts, and I saw him.
Cameron.
My pillow and blanket was Cameron; a half asleep, chuckling Cameron. I groaned and let my head fall back on his chest, his arms tightened around me. "I wondered why my pillow moved."
He chuckled again, and I could hear the sound resonate in my ear. — N.R. Walker

His hand lay across my stomach as he slept soundly. I entwined my fingers with his and breathed through the warmth that seeped through my chest. Such a simple, sweet thing to do, yet holding hands in bed was incredibly intimate. — N.R. Walker

You know, I'm gonna marry a girl just to piss you off."
Mom laughed. "Then you'll deserve estrogen-fuelled psychotic rants about shoes and cellulite."
"Isn't that a little stereotypical?"
"Of course it is," Mom said nonchalantly. "Just like saying all gay men love cock and lesbians love to munch clams. — N.R. Walker

You know, there's a joke in there somewhere. A Highlander, a Viking, and a Samurai walk into a bar. — N.R. Walker

I remembered when I'd told my family I was moving to Belfast, their reactions were the same. "IRELAND?" I'd laughed. "Uh, no. Belfast, Maine. It's a twelve month position. — N.R. Walker

Silent tears are the worst. It's the sign of a broken spirit. No sound, no residual emotions... just tears. Silent, unstoppable tears. — N.R. Walker

You should get those stretchy underpants all the gay porn stars are wearing these days and wear them instead of those blue Lycra-looking ones. They make all their dicks look huge."
"Because all their dicks are huge," I said. "They're called trophy briefs for a reason. — N.R. Walker

Watching them was like watching water and oil do the impossible. — N.R. Walker

And who smiles when they're watching porn?" "Happy people, and virgins." I — N.R. Walker

So, you wanted to know when I'm mad at you, or when you're being an ass, well guess what? I'm mad and you're an ass. — N.R. Walker

Alec put his hands up. "Okay, stop." The four vampires stared at him. "Horses? As in equine, My Little Pony, clippety-clop fucking horses? — N.R. Walker

Oh, shut up," I grumbled. "I suck at cooking and you know it." He got a glazed, dreamy look on his face and after a while, he said, "I'm sorry, you mentioned sucking and I got distracted. I didn't hear a word after that." I rolled my eyes and walked into the kitchen, but he called out, "Your cooking is fine, Tom. But your sucking skills are your true talent. — N.R. Walker

I stared at her. "Is that another compliment? Because we've just been through that." She walked to her desk. "You mispronounced thank you. — N.R. Walker

Did you take lessons in cynical?"
"I did, yes. I was so good at it, I now teach 'How to be a cynical jerk' at the local
community college. I can get you discount rates if you want. Just tell them I sent you."
"And sarcasm?"
"Yep, I have my Masters in sarcasm. I can get you a two-for-one deal if you want."
Will laughed again. "You would seriously charge me to take one of your hypothetical
classes?"
"Hypothetical is an extra charge," I told him, sitting down on a bench seat. "And anyway,
I have to make a living somehow. I'd consider prostitution, but it's against my moral standing to enjoy my work. — N.R. Walker

You'd better be thinking of me when you smile like that," Cooper said, now standing beside me. I hadn't heard him come into the kitchen. I bumped his hip with mine. "Of course I'm thinking about you." "Then why aren't you hard?" he asked, looking pointedly at my crotch. Before I could say anything, he said, "They have pills now, for old guys who can't get hard. — N.R. Walker

Maybe that's what I needed. Another tattoo. Some pain on the outside to ease the pain on the inside. — N.R. Walker

I keep spare business shirts. In case of emergencies." Emergencies? "Do you expect to have jizz on your shirt often? — N.R. Walker

What's PSA?" "Prostate test." "Prostate?" Cooper asked, looking a little miffed. "I hope he bought you dinner first. — N.R. Walker

My tattoos, like most people's, were reminders, badges of personal experiences. Yes, I might wear them on my skin for the world to see, but their meaning was a little too personal. — N.R. Walker

And without my consent, with my defences in ruins, while my brain was sleeping, my stupid heart went and fell headfirst into love. — N.R. Walker

All I could feel was the pulse of our heartbeats where we joined, throbbing and pounding through every fibre in my body. We rocked back and forth, always kissing. And on the cold, cold ground by the flickering warmth of the fire, we made love. The way he held me, the way he looked at me, it was the closest to heaven I'd ever get without dyin'. — N.R. Walker