His thumbs pushed her tears away.
Fingers and thumbs were struck constantly and after a few hours I was the first to fall.
Sarah gave him the thumbs up sign.
She wrote a cover story about how the police force is sitting around on their thumbs while the poor widow's little twin darlings remain missing.
He towered over them both, the muscles in his arms and shoulders straining against his shirt as he hooked his thumbs in the front pockets of his jeans.
There was a soft step behind her, and then his hands were on her waist, his thumbs nimbly working the tense muscles.
One of his thumbs stroked the small of her back as he thought.
Finally he lifted his hands and cradled her face in them, the thumbs gently caressing her cheeks.
He wiped her tears with his thumbs and kissed her forehead.
He tucked his thumbs in his hip pockets and turned away from her.
His thumbs caressed her cheeks and his voice was soft.
He poked thumbs into his pockets and challenged her.
He tucked his thumbs into the back pockets of his faded jeans.
Finally he took her face in his hands, his thumbs caressing her cheeks gently.