Sir, is there some way we can get in touch with you?
I will not advise getting in touch with our feelings or even group hugs.
"Did he touch you?" he asked sharply.
He doesn't want to give up but he's afraid to even touch the equipment much less pack it up.
His touch was like an electric shock, forcing her heart to pound.
"His sister," she said, a touch of distain entering her tone.
Only in a dream, she thought sluggishly and reached out to touch his cheek.
A touch of humor came into his eyes.
We kept in touch with Aunt Clara.
His eyes held a touch of humor.
I didn't get you the full touch screen, though.
His eyes twinkled and his voice held a touch of humor.
"Bianca, I won't touch you," he replied, then added, "unless you want me to."
The rain didn't touch the Watcher, and Jule crossed his arms.
She'd never known the power of a single touch until everyone who touched her hurt her!
You can't touch her.
She gasped, reaching out to touch the kitten.
A medallion of Homer hangs on the wall of my study, conveniently low, so that I can easily reach it and touch the beautiful, sad face with loving reverence.
His voice still had a bitter edge, but there was a touch of musing in it now.
As the number of touch points with other countries rises, so must our shared understanding of acceptable conduct.
It kind of puts you in touch with reality.
"Very well, I won't touch it," decided the kitten; "but you must keep it away from me, for the smell is very tempting."
"Phoo!" snarled the kitten; "I wouldn't touch the nasty things!"
A touch of humor lurked in Señor Medena's dark eyes, but he continued as if he didn't notice.
"Take it easy," his deep voice continued with a touch of concern.
Nearly all of the exhibitors seemed perfectly willing to let me touch the most delicate things, and they were very nice about explaining everything to me.
One carried me in his arms so that my feet would not touch the water.
Her soft touch did more than erase the worry from his brow.
There was a touch of hesitation in his voice.
She hesitated then reached for him, her cool touch soothing the fury in his blood.
A touch of humor flashed in those blue pools, and then it was gone.
Even his hands were muscular, and she couldn't help comparing his light touch to Talon's brutal grip.
One of us chatted with Merrill Cooms weekly, simply keeping in touch with our benefactor.
He even keeps in touch with some of them.
A realization he'd never touch them again didn't dispel the feeling I was prying into his world.
More people using passports to travel internationally will increase understanding and help reduce touch points that could lead to war.
His skin was cold to the touch; his breath hung in the air as he moved.
The sense that had told her where he was intensified within her, as if they were close enough for their souls to touch again.
The value of a man is not in his skin, that we should touch him.
I'll be in touch but please don't trace my calls.
His hands were rough and calloused, but his touch was light and opened the comforting flow of energy between them.
Pierre, carefully stretching his neck so as not to touch the quilt, followed her suggestion and pressed his lips to the large boned, fleshy hand.
Don't touch me, don't touch me, don't touch me!
At his touch, her visions quieted.
Try rooibos tea with a touch of agave nectar and hazelnut milk, or for a simple classic, add a touch of rich soy milk to balance the bitterness of green tea.
His touch sent a tremor of fire through her, and she was embarrassed to feel her hormones stir.
The touch of some hands is an impertinence.
This reminds me that Dr. Hale used to give a personal touch to his letters to me by pricking his signature in braille.
You lower the tines until they touch the ground.
I remember his caressing touch as he led me from tree to tree, from vine to vine, and his eager delight in whatever pleased me.
Mr. Higinbotham, President of the World's Fair, kindly gave me permission to touch the exhibits, and with an eagerness as insatiable as that with which Pizarro seized the treasures of Peru, I took in the glories of the Fair with my fingers.
She stretched and tried to relax, but her mind kept returning to Cade - thinking of his warm touch on the palm of her hand.
I tried to touch a hand rail next to me, but I just passed through it!
Helen's mind is so gifted by nature that she seems able to understand with only the faintest touch of explanation every possible variety of external relations.
His touch turned electric, and his magic skimmed her blood.
The earth seemed benumbed by his icy touch, and the very spirits of the trees had withdrawn to their roots, and there, curled up in the dark, lay fast asleep.
"My dear!" exclaimed his mother imploringly, again laying her hand on his arm as if that touch might soothe or rouse him.
He didn't understand it, except that Bianca's touch finished what Sofi started.
Whatever lingered from his touch faded without disappearing.
Jule lifted her chin, his warm touch and nearness stirring her blood.
He didn't touch her, but the magics sparked between them.
He felt cold as soon as he stepped away, and the urge to touch her again thrummed through his body.
She rubbed its forehead and leaned forward to touch its neck, marveling at how soft its hair was.
What if he was the only person on the planet that could ever touch her again because of her wacky visions?
Now in 1812, to anyone living in close touch with these people it was apparent that these undercurrents were acting strongly and nearing an eruption.
Afraid of what she'd feel, she resisted the urge to touch them.
"Don't touch me," said Rostov, drawing back.
Keep in touch with people.
The plague does not touch him.
Sometimes the sky seemed to be rising high, high overhead, and then it seemed to sink so low that one could touch it with one's hand.
He followed her out of the room, guiding her through the door with a light touch on her waist.
She had previously obtained permission from General Loring, Supt. of the Museum, for me to touch the statues, especially those which represented my old friends in the "Iliad" and "Aeneid."
It should be said that any double-case watch with the crystal removed serves well enough for a blind person whose touch is sufficiently delicate to feel the position of the hands and not disturb or injure them.
Her untaught, unsatisfied hands destroy whatever they touch because they do not know what else to do with things.
Let him go and come freely, let him touch real things and combine his impressions for himself, instead of sitting indoors at a little round table, while a sweet-voiced teacher suggests that he build a stone wall with his wooden blocks, or make a rainbow out of strips of coloured paper, or plant straw trees in bead flower-pots.
I said, "The clouds touch the mountain softly, like beautiful flowers."
Without a touch of remorse you drive the father from his land, clasping to his bosom his household gods and his half-naked children.
Bolkonski only tried not to lose touch with it, and looked around bewildered and unable to grasp what was happening in front of him.
"Don't touch me!" she warned again.
"Of course not," added Jim, with a touch of scorn; "those little wooden legs of yours are not half as long as my own."
She keeps the relative position of the keys by an occasional touch of the little finger on the outer edge of the board.
Miss Keller's reading of the manual alphabet by her sense of touch seems to cause some perplexity.
Lie still, stay like that then, I won't touch you.
"My dear," she said to her son, once more stimulating him by a touch, "you promised me!"
Why, when we were retreating from Sventsyani we dare not touch a stick or a wisp of hay or anything.
The French generals lost touch with the Russian army of sixty thousand men, and according to Thiers it was only eventually found, like a lost pin, by the skill--and apparently the genius--of Murat.
He said she deserved the rest and he wanted her to keep in touch with her friends.
Alex helped the man get the luggage into the trunk and then hurried to assist Carmen into the car before the man could touch her.
We've kept in touch.
I graduated two years ahead of her and didn't keep in touch.
His skin was warm to the touch.
She wanted to hate Bordeaux for what he had done, but like a shameless hussy, she still longed to hear his voice - feel his touch.
Eventually her attempts to tame him paid off, and he allowed her to touch him - provided she was careful not to move too quickly.
You know, that family room could use a woman's touch.
It's only natural that men want to touch you.
He was leaning down to meet her, but they couldn't seem to touch.
Not without establishing some way of staying in touch.
Maybe it was his looming death, or maybe it was the energy from her cool touch that calmed him from the inside out, but he wondered what life would've been like had his family survived.
Every time we touch.
"I'll be quick, kiri," he whispered, withdrawing from her cool touch.
His energy rippled through her, making her gasp at the intensity of the touch that lit her blood on fire.
She leaned into him, needing more of his magic and his touch.
He took her hand and pulled her close enough for their bodies to touch.
I want you to sense my magic without touch.
"Why can't I touch anyone else but you without seeing … horrible things?" she asked as the silence grew uncomfortable.
"You're not allowed to touch me," she reminded him.
I think I can teach myself how to keep from seeing deaths whenever I touch someone.
"If only you could touch horses," Grande said with a sigh of exaggerated melancholy.
His lips brushed hers, and she felt something within her melt at the simple touch.
She didn't resist his touch.
You have the option to touch me or not.
"I wanted to see if you're to the point where you don't need human touch," Damian said, gesturing to the pictures.
Sofia gripped it, the touch enough to reveal a future like Traci's, filled with love and joy.
She ached to touch him but refused, hugging herself more tightly instead.
Her touch was like poison!
Sofia forced herself not to recoil, afraid to touch anyone.
She'd been quiet for a day or two, going everywhere with him, a companion in his head who was beyond the touch of his angry master.
She saw the thaw from the cactus daring anyone to touch him to the man she'd spoken to on the phone.
I can't touch Czerno.
She watched him turn a page and touch it.
Would it be as strong as hers had been to Gabriel, where she'd ached for him to touch her, no matter how little sense it made?
The simple, purposeful touch reinforced what she already knew.
His touch went down the side of her neck, lingered on her collarbone then continued down her arm.
Deidre felt herself breathless and consumed before the end of their first kiss, yielding to the intensity of his kiss and the firmness of his touch.
If his touch was hard to resist last night, it was crippling today.
"Don't touch me!" she hissed.
He stopped close enough for their bodies to touch if she breathed in too deeply.
His cool touch calmed her this time, parted the reeling emotions and chaotic thoughts.
Deidre felt Harmony's light touch as the death dealer brushed her hair aside.
As much as she hated herself for feeling it, she needed his touch to calm her.
His cold gaze was piercing, his frame tense despite her touch.
A kiss and an eyes-closed hug was all they were allowed, followed by a smiling promise from the state-appointed villain, "We'll be in touch."
The woman who brought sunshine into every room, who managed to touch his sick heart.
"Gabriel will kill you if you touch me," she said quietly.
She'd never let him touch her like that before, but she found his touch calming.
I'll wait to touch you until after.
He didn't say he'd ask to touch her.
She gasped, the heat and energy of his touch making her shiver.
Their history made him want to touch her, to feel the softness of her skin before waking her to gaze into the huge blue-green eyes that were able to stop him in his tracks.
One arm tightened instinctively around her while he lifted the other to touch the soft skin of her neck.
She was affected by his touch.
The raised eyebrow expressed her disapproval of his sudden appearance in a way that made him want to touch her and remind her that he did what he wanted now.
Gabriel growled at her, the brief touch enough to stir desire.
Don't touch me without permission.
I'll touch and kiss you whenever I feel like it.
When you touch someone, you feel nothing, not the warmth of their skin or the smoothness.
She dwelled on Gabriel's touch, lost momentarily.
She closed her eyes at the cool touch.
The tool lit up at Gabriel's touch, the symbols swirling around the edges then settling.
She touched a branch gingerly, uncertain if the trees here were sensitive to touch or not.
Don't touch my clothes.
Forced into hiding by the circumstances of the past two weeks, Gabriel's yearning for his mate emerged stronger than ever at her passionate kisses and touch.
The Dark One's touch calmed her air instantly.
Removed her tumor, immortalized her and now, could comfort her with a single touch.
Darkyn was claiming his territory with one small touch.
He would never hurt her, but he'd never again touch her as he had the other day, either.
She captured his neck in the noose of her arms, directing his head down to her with a gentle touch of her hand on the back of his neck.
She reached out to touch his shoulder and then hesitated.
I thought you didn't want me to touch you.
I wanted you to touch me.
She gave them her sister's address and telephone number and promised to keep in touch.
Gabriel didn't touch his.
He went through the routine: touch, portal, emerge somewhere new.
She was lost in a haze of heat and dark spices, of his hot kisses and solid strength, until his touch left her.
Deidre touched him tentatively, awed by his size and the gentleness of his touch.
"So you let Gabe touch you but not me," Rhyn said, bristling.
Her blood still raced whenever she thought of his hot touch branding her body.
He was so close … and couldn't touch her the way he yearned to.
Her shaking stopped at his touch, the warmth of their connection and his magic soothing her.
No, she wasn't ready for Gabriel yet, no matter how strongly her body responded to his smallest touch.
The way his touch made her feel, she almost believed it herself.
He'd calmed her with a simple touch last night and quenched her body two nights ago.
Deidre moved away from his touch, upset she'd let the moonlight trick her into forgetting how dangerous he was.
May I touch you?
He wasted no time finding himself a replacement when she refused his touch.
"Don't touch me," she said.
The coolness of his touch turned to gentle electric currents that worked their paths through her skull.
Deidre shifted away then eyed him when he reestablished the touch.
He didn't break their touch, so she focused on Andre.
At the touch of the first fang, her eyes flew open.
A touch of coolness grazed his heated frame, which always grew hotter than Hell when he changed forms.
Gabriel's touch was like ice, and Rhyn shuddered.
His touch made her jerk away and her eyes snap open.
His touch lingered on bruises, and he retrieved a small tool when he reached the hem of her dress.
His touch was so soothing and cool, she vowed to give him whatever blood
When she felt the cool touch of the shadow world, she sat up straight.
She rose, trying hard not to look or touch anything.
You don't touch another's mate.
A touch of coldness made the hair on the back of her neck rise, and she sat up, fearful Kris or Sasha had come for her.
He pulled her into his lap, his possessive touch and warmth soothing her.
Katie awoke to the healer.s cool touch on her arm.
Lankha worked his magic with his micro suede-covered hands and gentle touch.
She trailed her fingers down a wall, smiling when she saw soft glimmers light up beneath her touch, trail her fingers a short distance, and blink out.
If she became turned around, all she needed to do was touch the wall and tell it where she wanted to go, and the glimmers would guide her there.
And yet, she still felt his hands on her body, smelled his scent, saw the vision from their touch.
Her thoughts drifted to the prisoner, the memory of his touch and the strange energy making her blood quicken.
At his touch, the band loosened enough to slide over her hand.
Images from their first touch replayed themselves in her thoughts.
His touch sent heated energy through her, and the nearness of his body made her tense.
A'Ran's warm chest was at her back, his intimate touch on her stomach making her feel far more delicate than she ever had.
She watched him go, his touch branded on her skin and her emotions muddled.
She had to learn to fight, and he wasn't sure when he'd be able to touch her as a man did his mate.
She hadn't protested to his touch during training.
She wasn't yet at the level where she would feel comfortable with his touch.
His touch was mechanical and instructional, his attention elsewhere.
The connection between them flowed with hot energy, the planet's life form itself bonding the two of them together at their touch.
He released them with a touch of his thumb.
She found herself breathing him in, aching for him to touch her as he had not so long ago.
The force of the Council will be at your door if you touch Qatwal.
She couldn't quell the deep ache within her that longed for his touch.
Rocking back and forth, head bowed, Edith began to touch herself, her cheek, her arms, her body, again and again, as if indicating where she had been struck but unable to utter the painful words.
He felt the puffiness about his cheek and cringed at the touch.
A warm touch began to arouse Dean.
"You still haven't told us why you went climbing down the cliff trying to kill yourself," Cynthia said, a touch of chill still in her voice.
Just a touch, a smile from you can do so much to brighten my every day.
I am not going to touch that one.
She held him tightly, desperate for the reassurance of his touch.
She put her hands around the back of his neck and pulled him in to touch noses.
She spit at his face and snarled, "I'd happily die rather than let you touch me."
His gray suit looked expensive and the silk tie added a touch of elegance.
And then the bitterness was gone from his eyes, leaving only the sweetness... and a touch of something else.
She held one hand out and the filly nickered, stretching her nose out to touch the hand cautiously.
Darkness settled into corners and crevices beyond the moon's touch.
It didn't activate at his touch, and he suspected it was locked to everyone but her.
It sprang to life at her touch with a ping that made her heart leap.
Brady bristled and strode to her, stopping when he was close enough for their bodies to touch in an unmistakable attempt at intimidation.
He sat back and rubbed his face, fighting the urge to touch her again and take their relationship to the next level.
He had a crowd control baton the size of her hand that expanded with a touch to the thumb pad.
Brady surveyed the mess before him, admiring the ability of the bio-elimination field to destroy on touch.
Even his kisses, his hot touch, felt like lies.
With trembling hands, she deactivated the latches with a touch, and the top of the box slid open.
But she missed the sound of his voice, and her body yearned for his touch again.
When we find her, we'll be in touch again.
"Rhyn – " she objected and reached out to touch him.
She turned, expecting to see another shadow disappear. Instead, someone stood before her, close enough to touch her.
I didn't touch the cupcake.
Dean waited until she stopped for a breath and then rapidly explained they were doing all they could, would be in touch, thanked her and hung up.
One touch of her damp, cold body told him otherwise—she was soaked to the skin.
That was a nice touch sending old Arthur to the memorial service to represent the firm.
Dean also spoke to Cece Baldwin again, just to touch base and see if she might have heard further from her mysterious benefactor.
The highway to Pagosa Springs followed the San Juan River up the pass to the top of the Rocky Mountains while side streams, arush with melting snow, ice cold to the touch, cascaded down from the roof of the sky, thousands of feet above.
In that moment the storm was forgotten as she waited breathlessly for his lips to touch hers.
He sounded like he had been drinking, but Josh didn't touch liquor.
With every look – every touch, he cherished her.
For a moment his eyes held a touch of humor that never found his lips.
Her fingers caressed his bare forearms, the sensual touch increasing her pulse.
He said nothing to her, nor did he touch her.
Keep in touch, okay?
I won't touch anything.
She'd never let him touch her again, but once was enough for Talia to grow in her belly.
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