Hand Sentence Examples
Still, the feel of his hand was reassuring.
It may be that the hand of the Lord is in this.
He held them in his hand, and showed them to the boy.
The prince slapped his hand on the table.
On the other hand, Alex exuded confidence.
He moved his hand over her hair.
She lifted her hand to slap him again.
His hand squeezed her waist.
He rolled to face her, his other hand seeking her waist and drawing her close.
She felt as though a cold hand grasped her stomach and squeezed hard.
AdvertisementShe took his hand and kissed it.
He rested a hand on her shoulder and sighed, gazing down at her tenderly.
I let her hold a shell in her hand, and feel the chicken "chip, chip."
Alpatych repeated, withdrawing his hand from his bosom and solemnly pointing to the floor at Dron's feet.
She rolled over and sat up, but he stopped her with a hand on her arm.
AdvertisementHe ran a hand through his hair.
She felt for his hand and knew an instant warm rush when she found it.
He took Carmen by the hand and leaned close to her ear.
She pulled her hand back, her face growing warmer.
She waved a hand at the house and leaned toward Carmen.
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A warm hand rested on her waist.
When a Christmas waltz began, a warm hand gripped her elbow.
She lifted a hand and caressed his cheek.
Strong warm fingers touched her hand and a palm slid under hers, forcing her hands apart.
AdvertisementCarmen said, grabbing her hand and kissing the chubby little fingers.
A live band started playing a waltz and he dropped a hand to her waist.
Finally he bowed over her hand.
She smiled up at him as his hand found her waist.
Alex hesitantly put an arm around her waist, relaxing when she caressed his hand.
A strong hand shot out and grasped her arm.
On the other hand, maybe he was hiding from something besides the responsibility of the ranch.
He lifted his hand and displayed a doll to Destiny.
Lathum waved a hand in dismissal, his mind already firmly entrenched in another project.
He indicated the space behind him with a wave of a hand.
She stared at his broad back, testing a hand full of his Jacket gingerly.
On the other hand, if he wanted to harm her, he might snatch the stick from her and use it as a weapon against her.
A strong hand gripped her shoulder.
Most of the boys she dated would never have thought of practicing the age-old custom of walking around the car to open her door, or guiding her through the crowd with a gentle hand on one elbow.
If any one of you lays a hand on her, you'll be answering to me.
He turned to one of the men standing around the stage office and indicated Darcie with a wave of his hand.
Like the way his broad shoulders swayed so gracefully with each step as he strode to the corral - or the way he lounged in a doorway, coffee in one hand, one long leg thrown carelessly over the other.
Mary, on the other hand, was vocal about her opinion of Cade, even to the point of stating that he would be the greatest catch of the century - no doubt, even an exaggeration in Mary's mind.
She stretched and tried to relax, but her mind kept returning to Cade - thinking of his warm touch on the palm of her hand.
His hand moved down her side to her waist and then down to her leg, caressing the back of her knee in a delightful way.
She sighed and picked up his hand, placing it on her head.
He stepped forward, taking the scissors from her in one hand and one of her wrists in the other.
His hand grazed her as he reached around her for a set of keys she hadn't noticed on the counter.
Dusty resisted the urge to draw his hand cannon from the small of his back.
The vamp's head exploded with the first shot of his hand cannon, the bullet missing Bianca by a couple inches.
He smoothed her hair from her face and rested his hand against the soft skin of her exposed thigh, admiring her body.
He looked her over, enjoying the view, and rested his hand on her warm stomach.
His hand remained on her hip until she shivered again.
She, on the other hand, was living a Stephen King novel in the clutches of a mass murderer.
He peeled off a glove to display a hand as scarred as his face.
She took his hand and turned it over.
The scars ran all the way through his hand, as if it had been chopped up and put back together.
Darian held up his hand and stared at it.
His hand went to the back of his head, and he grimaced.
He held out his hand.
She cracked the door to squeeze her hand in the space as well as to tell the other driver not to worry about the car.
A smile escaped despite Jenn's wariness, and the model held out a manicured hand.
He took her hand and led her out of the barracks through the back door and into the main house.
Sofia gave a faint smile and held out her hand, palm up.
Just place your hand on top of mine.
She sat next to him and propped her chin on one hand, gazing at him.
He touched her face, and she took his hand in both of hers.
He held out his hand to Talon, who plunked a gun into it.
Her hand trembled as she touched him.
The devil reached over to Darian, placing a hand on his red forehead.
He held up a hand, fascinated to see through it to the car parked in front of him.
I put my hand on them and I wait for their body to tell me what's wrong.
Her hand went to her phone.
He clamped a hand around the back of her neck and yanked her to her feet.
He held out a hand.
Heart quickening, she crossed to him and accepted his hand.
Dusty held out a hand.
He stayed his urge to unleash the hand cannons on them all and stood stiffly.
Her hand went to her throat, where Dusty's necklace dangled.
Several times she'd thought Dusty had the upper hand and could've killed the leering vamp, and several times, he'd stopped, once with a glance at his watch.
Across the room, Darian shifted closer to the battle, one hand rubbing the back of his head.
He dropped her hand and started back to the hall.
He held out his hand, and she deposited a small trinket in it.
He almost dropped the orb in his hand.
Dusty took her hand, his other pulling his remaining knife free.
She took his hand.
He slammed his hand into the wall.
Dorothy kept hold of his hand and followed him, and soon they were both walking through the air, with the kitten frisking beside them.
So, leading his little children by the hand, they went out to meet Coriolanus.
He put his hand in his pocket, and was surprised to find the gold pieces wrapped in his mother's letter.
Everyone, by contrast, would kiss the hand that fed them, regardless of how bloody it was.
Finally, you are making money hand over fist manufacturing the C2000.
From the beginning of my education Miss Sullivan made it a practice to speak to me as she would speak to any hearing child; the only difference was that she spelled the sentences into my hand instead of speaking them.
Few know what joy it is to feel the roses pressing softly into the hand, or the beautiful motion of the lilies as they sway in the morning breeze.
The large, downy peaches would reach themselves into my hand, and as the joyous breezes flew about the trees the apples tumbled at my feet.
It was great fun to plunge my hand into the bowl and feel the tadpoles frisk about, and to let them slip and slide between my fingers.
The position of the hand is as easy to feel as it is to see.
In spite of the lapse of years, they seem so close to me that I should not think it strange if at any moment they should clasp my hand and speak words of endearment as they used to before they went away.
She reads the lips well, and if she cannot understand a phrase, her friends write it in her hand, and in this way she converses with strangers.
When she left the dining-room, she took my hand and patted it.
If I refuse to talk to her, she spells into her own hand, and apparently carries on the liveliest conversation with herself.
I have my horizon bounded by woods all to myself; a distant view of the railroad where it touches the pond on the one hand, and of the fence which skirts the woodland road on the other.
He cut his trees level and close to the ground, that the sprouts which came up afterward might be more vigorous and a sled might slide over the stumps; and instead of leaving a whole tree to support his corded wood, he would pare it away to a slender stake or splinter which you could break off with your hand at last.
Here is my hand on it.
Dessalles wrote this letter to the Governor for Princess Mary, she signed it, and it was given to Alpatych with instructions to hand it to the Governor and to come back as quickly as possible if there was danger.
Alex met her at the door, a steaming cup of coffee in one hand.
She could have asked, but that might tip her hand.
She stepped forward and pulled the newspaper down with one hand.
Alex held out a hand.
She squeezed Alex's hand.
Carmen held out a hand.
Carmen grabbed a napkin and began wiping the mashed potatoes from her hand.
He put a spoon in her hand.
She still held Jonathan's hand.
The dance ended and he released her, bending over her hand.
She reached out and took the picture from his hand.
She smiled, stroking his arm with her hand.
Katie glanced up from the potato in her hand.
Carmen waved a hand.
Katie shrugged her shoulders and focused on cutting an eye from the potato in her hand.
Katie stared at the potato in her hand.
Carmen sat one side of the bed and Alex on the other, each holding a tiny hand.
Felipa waved a hand in dismissal.
Felipa put a hand on her arm.
On the other hand, Alex needed to be in a position where he was forced to actually talk to his father.
He moved closer, taking the pillow from her hand.
A warm hand caressed its way up her back and around to cradle her breast.
He held a hand up to her and then guided her down to his lap.
Carmen climbed off Alex's lap and took Destiny's soft little hand in hers.
They moved around the room; her head on his shoulder, her hand in his.
On the other hand, if he lost them, she would be sharing the loss of lifestyle.
Alex reached across the table and put his hand over hers.
He squeezed her hand and his voice sounded constricted.
He nodded, taking her hand and guiding her up out of the chair.
Alex ran a hand through his hair and rubbed the back of his neck.
A hand gently pushed her forward.
His other hand removed the radio from his belt.
She jumped up, pushing them all away, darting for the bathroom with a hand over her mouth.
Fingers caressed her hand gently and then slipped over her palm.
She opened her eyes... but it wasn't Nick holding her hand.
He was still holding her hand when Len entered the room.
Howard dropped her hand like it was a hot coal.
She closed her eyes and said another prayer before she clamped a sweaty hand around the cold door handle.
Cupping a hand to her mouth, she turned away from him.
He stuck out a big hand.
His big hand engulfed hers gently, yet his grip was strong.
Abruptly, he dropped her hand and turned away, marching off to his car.
She swung her legs around and firmly planted her feet on the ground before accepting the hand he offered.
He released her hand, but his eyes still held hers in a hypnotic trance that made her think of Dracula.
The furnishings were of a dark wood, possibly cherry, with hand carved designs.
Paintings hung on every wall and expensive looking pottery lamps with hand painted shades gave the room a warm glow.
Lisa stared at the phone, her hand on the receiver.
Her hand hung over the phone a minute as she fought with the urge to call Howard.
She put a gentle hand on Lisa's shoulder.
Sarah waved a hand at Lisa, watching Giddon intently.
She jerked her wrist from his hand and turned away, thankful at least for the warning.
She knocked his hand away and headed for the house in a stiff jointed hobble.
She glanced at the photo in his hand.
Finally he took the cup of coffee from her hand and nodded.
On the other hand, putting up with his volatile moods wouldn't be exactly easy.
Giddon rolled his eyes and waved a hand.
He waved a hand as if to brush her inquest off.
He reached out and took one of her curls in his big hand and studied it.
Her hair sparkled in the sunlight against the dark tan of his hand.
On the other hand, who wanted the odors of animals drifting through their house all the time?
She smiled and waved a hand in dismissal.
His grip on her arm loosened and she stiffened as his hand slid up to her throat.
She felt an unwelcome rush of excitement and reached to push his hand from her hair.
He stepped closer, slipping his other hand around her waist, and pulled her gently against him.
She turned and started for the door, but his hand gripped her arm again.
His hand dropped from her arm and she opened the door.
Giddon was obviously watching her, so calling on her telephone might be tipping her hand.
She glanced down at the sealed envelope in her hand.
With the note in her hand, she opened the door slightly and peeked out.
On the other hand, if Sarah was telling the truth, there was another side to Giddon - a loyal brother.
She put the offending foot on the ground, tentatively applying a little weight, clamping a hand over her mouth to stop the cry of pain.
His expression was sober as he placed a hand on the counter on each side of her.
He took Tammy's tiny hand in his.
Lisa put up a hand as Yancey started toward her.
Lisa reached for Tammy's hand.
On the other hand, she hadn't asked Len to look into Yancey's past.
The man glanced up and she put a hand to her throat, feeling the blood drain from her face.
One hand on her waist, the other holding hers lightly, he gracefully swept her around.
He chuckled softly as he pulled her closer, his hand gently caressing her back.
His lips brushed the top of her hand lightly.
She felt disappointed when he released her hand and dug in his pocket for the house key.
He glanced at the bottle in her hand and lifted an eyebrow "Spin the bottle?"
She snatched the envelope from his hand.
He motioned to Lisa with a quick beaconing of the hand.
On the other hand, hadn't she put that idea into his head last night?
Connie patted her hand.
Sarah put a hand to her mouth.
He put a hand on either side of her.
She stopped suddenly, grasping the tree with one hand.
He leaned forward, his hand finding her waist, and drew her toward him.
She twisted away from his hand.
Instantly the hand dropped and he turned back down the trail, speaking over his shoulder.
She slapped his hand and clutched her robe closer.
His eyes were dancing with amusement as he used one hand to jerk the towel free and expose cut-off blue jeans.
A hand touched her arm and she turned to find Nick standing there.
The fingers of one hand clutched her throat, while the other warded off her blows.
Jerking away from him, she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.
Wiping tears from her eyes with her hand, she failed to suppress a sob.
He offered a hand and Len accepted it.
Leaning forward she reached up with one hand and cupped the back of his neck.
She clamped a hand over her mouth and gasped in horror.
He glanced at her and then turned his attention back to the can in his hand.
She lifted the tiny hand and kissed it, tears filling her eyes again.
She gently replaced the hand and pulled the covers up.
She brushed his hand away and went to her door.
Yancey lifted the telephone from her hand.
His face turned scarlet and he looked away, running a hand through his hair.
He stopped, tugging her hand urgently as he turned toward the door.
One hand gracefully held the folds of her dress and the other brushed a wayward curl from her forehead.
I've got to hand it to you Len; I had it figured completely different.
Quint took her hand.
One hand shot out in an instinctive search for anything to stop her fall.
Her fingertips touched something and she grabbed a hand full of Brandon's shirt.
He hit his forehead with the palm of his hand.
She increased her pace, but a hand grabbed her arm.
He paused with his hand on the ignition key and glanced at her.
As they climbed out of the car, a screen door squealed on the front porch and a short stocky man emerged, running a hand through graying hair.
Now get over here and I'll give you a hand up.
A strong hand clamped on her arm.
He dropped a hand to her knee.
She turned her head and stared across the pasture, acutely aware of the warmth of his hand on her leg.
Without intending to do so, her gaze fell to his hand on her knee.
He took the cup from her hand.
Back at the apartment, he paused at the door, key in hand.
She gently tugged her wrist from his hand, searching in her purse for the keys to the apartment.
Rachel waved a hand and made a face.
Brandon, on the other hand, was stoic.
He paused with a shirt in his hand, his expression surprised.
Have you had any luck finding a ranch hand?
Maybe sometime she'll feel comfortable with having a hired hand around - or maybe she'll get married again.
He waved a hand.
She reached out and put her hand over the ring, stopping its infernal winking.
He squeezed her hand.
Sure, 'til someone snatches that whip out of your hand and gives you the spankin' you've been asking for.
She dashed them away with the back of her hand.
She patted the handle of her whip with one hand and caressed the stock of her rifle with the other.
He dropped the sticky pouch in her hand.
Pete clamped a claw-like hand on her shoulder.
She ran her hand down his sleek neck and hugged him.
He winced and she put a hand on his arm.
Under other circumstances, she might have enjoyed having the upper hand, but right now she didn't feel much like playing games.
Bordeaux took her elbow in his hand and ceremoniously led her to the wagon.
She stiffened as he stepped closer and placed a gentle hand on each of her shoulders.
With lightning speed, he caught the end of the whip in his hand and jerked violently, catching her off balance and pulling her off her feet.
She hit the soft sand and he was instantly on top of her, wrestling the whip from her hand.
His strong fingers pried the whip from her hand and he tossed it away.
The words were spoken softly, but the gun in Davis' hand was convincing.
He shrugged and offered her a hand up to the wagon seat.
His hand dropped to his side and his eyes flashed with anger.
He rested a comforting hand on her shoulder as he joined her vigil.
On the other hand, if you abandoned the wagons and rode the mules, you might be able to keep ahead of the Indians.
She stumbled up the dune behind him and stopped when he held out a hand.
Bordeaux took her hand in his and she gazed up into his solemn features.
She took the tin from his hand and opened its hinged lid.
He cupped his hand to her ear so she could hear over the howl of the rising wind.
He pulled her close again, kissing her lips while one hand fumbled with the buttons on her pants.
He ran a hand through his hair and clamped his hat on his head.
He stopped and lifted a hand to silence her.
He covered her hand with his.
As they walked back down the dune, she dragged her hand in a wavy line, trying to obliterate their tracks.
She jerked her hand away from the sand and stared up at him, a lump forming in her throat.
He moved close and pressed some meat into her hand.
Bordeaux clamped a hand over her mouth before she could speak.
He removed his hand and they moved back against the rock wall of lava that swirled over them.
Her hand touched something sticky and she lifted it to find blood.
Bordeaux cupped a hand over its muzzle, silencing the horse.
He took her hand and led her across the camp, heading for a jumble of rocks.
A strong hand gripped her arm, bringing her to an abrupt halt.
Finally he mounted and held a hand down to Cassie.
After she dressed, she stood before the mirror with the flower in her hand.
With a trembling hand, she lifted the flower and tucked it behind her right ear.
Bordeaux lifted her chin in his hand.
The woman stuck out her hand.
Darcie dropped her hand, her face flushing.
She cupped Tammy's chin in her hand.
Grasping the break with one hand, she met his amused gaze.
She slid into the opposite bench and let her gaze drop significantly to the cup in his hand.
On the other hand, maybe it's a good way to avoid trouble.
A strong hand gripped her elbow.
His hand pressed down on her shoulder.
Languidly lifting a hand, she shaded her eyes and smiled at him.
He watched her thoughtfully, running a hand across his mouth absently.
He lifted a hand and shook his head.
He reached out and took one of her curls in his hand.
She tugged the curl from his hand and turned to the old piano as a diversion tactic.
Cynthia offered a hand to Carl and he accepted it cordially.
He winked and made the OK hand sign.
She lifted a hand to her head and her knees started to buckle.
She swung hard and her open hand cracked against his face.
Tears stung her eyes as she brought her hand around and struck his other cheek with a ringing blow.
She jerked her hand free and darted past the wide-eyed Claudette - up the stairs and into the safety of her room.
Cade was standing in the doorway, coffee mug in hand.
Dark splotches hindered her vision and she paused, planting a hand firmly on the counter for support.
You don't have to wait on me hand and foot, you know.
The lamp beside her bed was on and he had a sack in one hand.
In his hand he held a bowl of ice cream, and his eyes held a welcome spark of humor.
Mary strode down the path toward them, a hand shielding the sun from her eyes.
He drew his mount to a halt beside her and kicked one foot free of the stirrup, offering a hand up.
Wasting no time, she jabbed her left foot in the stirrup and lifted her hand to be swallowed in his.
Tiny drops of rain spattered their faces as she took his hand again and dismounted.
A shadow fell over her and she turned into the sun, shading her eyes with a gloved hand.
He squatted and took some of the freshly dug soil in his hand, crushing the lumps and letting the dust run through his fingers.
His hand still held her arm captive.
She reached for the door with the other hand.
Cupped in his hand was a tiny black kitten, its eyes still closed.
She delicately plucked the kitten from his hand and cuddled it against her cheek.
Finally he reached out his hand.
He reached out, gently slipping a hand behind her neck.
He lifted his hat from the peg and clamped it on his head and then paused, one hand on the door while he studied her face.
You have to tie the bales by hand, though.
She ran her hand over the smooth clean surface of the baler.
He rolled his eyes and hit the side of his head with the heel of his hand.
He colored and looked away, dropping his hand.
His hand covered hers and he took it in his, kissing it tenderly.
He gripped her hand and pulled her close.
His hand stroked her hair.
He frowned at her hand.
For a moment he held Zach, body in one hand and head cradled in the other.
Martha stopped to grab Betsy's hand, leading the way toward the cabin while Quinn and I unloaded the car.
In the old days there was a hand pump in the kitchen and no hot water you didn't boil yourself.
I put my hand over her mouth.
I held out my hand; nothing.
I tried to touch a hand rail next to me, but I just passed through it!
I reached for the door, but my hand passed through it.
Quinn, surprised we were still clinging to our project, slumped down in an easy chair, journals in hand.
Betsy took his hand and we moved further down the sidewalk.
It's where I tried to grab it and my hand passed right through it.
Howie's hand shook as he raised his coffee cup.
Betsy took his hand in hers.
I can't think straight without a bottle on the table and a drink in my hand.
Quinn shouted before Martha put a restraining hand on his arm.
Martha raised her hand in a sign of peace.
Martha rose and reached for Betsy's hand.
Martha took her cousin's hand.
I grabbed my wife's hand and the tape recorder and left before anyone could object.
I hung up, my hand still shaking like a leaf in a windstorm.
He shook my hand.
With sandwich in hand she went back on line and located a missing girl.
My wife and I stopped at a closed filling station in Connecticut and with Martha's notes in hand I attempted to phone the authorities.
He watched a man and woman grab Eric when he went to the bathroom and with her hand over the boy's mouth, push him into a car.
Give Daniel Brennan a free hand and we'll both have what we want.
The driver struck his passenger repeatedly on the side of her head with his free hand as he drove deeper into the wood.
She glided over to Howie's side and grasped his hand while he maintained a nervous smile.
Julie gave Howie's hand a tug.
The conversation was getting out of hand.
He began pounding his fist into his hand.
Betsy held my hand, sensing the fear in my voice as I spoke.
My hand was shaking.
Have you ever seen a murder first hand, someone being butchered before your eyes?
Need a hand with the barbeque, Howie?
Bumpus sat near the two, acting like a protector and getting free hand pats for his reward.
I tried to think how I'd make such a request without getting Merrill Cooms' right hand man in trouble.
My wife thought he should go or Howie should simply kiss his mother's hand, give an excuse of pressing business, and come back east.
Betsy returned, holding Molly's hand, sans Julie who was back at Howie's house packing her suitcase.
Molly started to bite her lip and I thought tears would follow but Betsy grabbed her hand.
She returned in an instant, glass in hand.
She turned abruptly and pulling my head with one hand, kissed me hard on the mouth while her other hand groped between my legs!
She tried to put my hand on her breast.
She sat down and took my hand.
Unnoticed, Betsy stood in the kitchen doorway, a sandwich in her hand, munching away.
I put my hand over the receiver and looked up.
She took Molly's hand and led her to a corner chair.
Martha returned with a pile of diapers in hand.
I picked up the phone for my next chore as Betsy, with Molly in hand, peeked in my office.
Did I trust this man I'd never met, enough to hand over all our identities?
I took her hand.
Stand up there holding Julie's hand.
He breaks in anyway, with a knife in his hand.
Ben, this entire business has gotten out of hand.
I could see Quinn's hand in the decision, far more than Martha's.
The next morning Molly beat us awake by enough time for her to make oatmeal and toast and hand deliver it to our bed.
Betsy opened her purse and complied before reaching back and taking Molly's hand.
He held up his hand in a stopping gesture.
Betsy returned to the room and I held my hand over the phone and turned to her.
Still holding her hand, she walked Molly the rest of the way down the stairs.
The spokesman held out his hand for the fifty.
I turned my head but he simply gave a wave of his hand.
After the service and obligatory greetings, hand shakings and pats-on-the-back, Willard and I returned to his office.
He smoothed her hair from her face with a gloved hand.
Exhausted, Dusty took a silent Bianca's hand and led her back to the others.
He reached into his pocket to wrap his hand around the orb.
She opened her hand to reveal its contents, a marble.
An arc of lightning left her father's hand and slammed the stranger into the wall.
Her hand brushed one of his forearms, held in place over his head by the handcuffs.
She knew better than to relax around her father, whose hand was likely to fly at the drop of a hat.
When she returned fully dressed and armed to the teeth, he held out his hand.
His shoulder didn't move as it should, and he switched the sword to his other hand, trusting his instincts to keep his head on his shoulders.
She wrapped her hand around the doorknob and turned it from steel into a rag and pushed the door open.
A hand clamped on his shoulder.
Jule rested a large hand on her forearm, and she stilled, meeting his intense gaze.
He lowered his hand and took one of hers.
She held out her hand.
Surprised, she yanked her hand free.
He flipped the knife in his hand.
He hadn't seen a Healer since before the Schism and offered his hand to Bianca.
It was her turn to roll her eyes but she held out a hand to Jule.
He rested his hand on her expanding stomach and his chin on her head.
She started to hand him what looked like an intricate carving in the side of an orange.
The vamp snatched it and crushed it with his hand, glaring at her.
Her grip on his hand tightened, while she loosened her grip on the foreign magic in her body.
Her father released her hand and gazed at her for a long moment.
Xander held up a hand, catching the bullets and then tossing them.
Xander held out his hand.
She accepted Jonny's hand rather than Xander's and closed her eyes to the cold sensations of Transporting.
Furious, her glare went from the phone in his hand to his gaze.
The hand he rested on Sean's forehead glowed bright in the fog.
Her hand rested on the doorknob.
He rose with feline grace from the couch and approached, hand outstretched.
She squeezed the coins in her hand.
He offered his hand.
Jule raised his hand, and the Original Vamp rested his on top.
Sofi dropped her hand, and the vamp remained still, as if letting her magic settle.
His eyes lingered on her face for a moment, and then he held out his hand.
She took his hand and absorbed what she could of his power.
You, on the other hand, I don't trust.
You're not fully twisting your wrist when you punch with the right hand.
She held out a hand to him, and he took it.
He kissed her hand and left her alone.
He held out a hand, and she hugged him instead of taking it.
Jule took her hand and led her through the large log house with its earthy décor.
He tugged her hand, and she followed him out of the library and through the sprawling house and a large kitchen to the back door.
He held out his hand, and Yully went to him.
Jule squeezed her hand.
He continued on his way, holding out his hand to the woman awaiting him.
She made her way to a coffee shop and sat at a table in the darker end of the shop, hot cocoa in hand.
Sofia sighed and raked a hand through her hair.
Sofia exclaimed and balled up her free hand into a fist until her nails bit into flesh.
Realizing she clenched the phone in her hand, she locked the screen and sat staring at the asphalt.
Damian held up his hand.
She shielded her eyes with one hand and walked down the carpeted hall, stopping when she realized her hallway didn't have carpet.
Her hand dropped from her eyes to reveal a furry, fanged monster from a nightmare framed against the light.
Han asked, extending his hand as if approaching a wounded animal.
His large hand was warm against her arm.
The warmth of his hand drifted up her arm and through her, comforting her.
His hand lingered on her arm, and she rested her forehead against his fingers, comforted for the first time in months.
He reached for her, but his scarred hand passed through hers, as if all that remained of him was a ghost of the man he'd been.
His other hand snaked out and rolled her onto her side beside him.
He touched her face and trailed a finger down her neck, between her breasts, and rested his hand on her stomach.
He brushed stray hairs from her face and replaced his hand on her stomach.
His hand shifted to her hip, and he felt the absence of her warmth to the bone.
She leaned against him, her hand trailing down his chest and settling on his crotch.
She strained, but he planted one heavy hand on her chest.
I'm … Claire shook her hand, and the visions that protruded into her thoughts floored her.
Visitors held out their hands like this, Dusty said, indicating his outstretched hand.
She removed her hand.
She gripped her throat with one hand.
He held out his hand, and Dusty clasped his wrist, allowing Damian to Travel them both to Tucson Sector HQ.
He didn't know what she said, but she was holding out a hand to him, crying.
They exchanged a greeting in a foreign language that sounded like Russian before he held out his hand to her.
She held his hand longer than she should.
She swallowed hard and held out her hand to another woman in red.
She all but snatched her hand away, overwhelmed at the images in her head.
His wife's death was by his own hand.
Dusty knelt beside him, resting a hand on his shoulder and squeezing.
Linda's brow furrowed, but she held out her hand.
Lon asked, holding out his hand.
Traci's hand fluttered to her stomach, and Sofia's face flamed.
Compelled to him like nothing else in the world, she touched his face with a quivering hand.
She raised the other hand to his other cheek, sensing his resistance.
She took his hand and kissed his palm, then ran to her library, mind racing with what she'd learned about him.
He paused before a keypad and looked at his hand.
Two went back to the door and looked at his hand.
Traci joined them, coffee in hand, and they merged into the crowded mall.
He looked at the charm dangling from her necklace and held out his hand to her, palm up.
She placed her hand atop his, assessing him.
He kissed her hand and pushed away.
She grabbed Traci's hand, and she picked her way through the death until she found the vamp she sought.
She leaned down, bracing herself as she rested a trembling hand on his forehead.
She'd forgotten his presence, but he peeled off one glove to display a scarred forearm and hand.
He snatched her head with his other hand, then held her nose closed as she clamped her mouth shut.
There was one vent in the ceiling, not large enough for her hand let alone her body.
She slid her hand up his arm and nudged the sleeve.
Two left, the necklace dangling in his hand.
The chain around his hand bit into his finger, and he looked at it.
He looked around him and at the necklace in his hand.
He placed the necklace in Damian's hand and closed it gently.
She held up her hand.
She hopped off the four by four, reached out to Darian and grabbed his hand, pulling him with her.
They became one, and this time, when she reached out to him, he took her hand.
A hand swept the dark memories from her mind, and she sagged against Darian, feeling the same sense of peace overtake his mind.
He took her hand in his and leaned forward, allowing his forehead to rest against hers.
He gave a fatherly smile and approached her, holding his hand out, palm up.
She snapped her hand back and stared at him, overwhelmed.
She took Darian's hand and led him down the hall like the lost child he was.
She held out her hand and drew near.
Deidre's hand went to her neck, where Darkyn had placed a slender collar.
Darkyn extended his hand, drawing her from the thoughts before it was able to form fully.
When he took her hand, she almost cried.
He placed her hand at his neck.
His hand fell away, but hers remained.
Her attention shifted to the hand over his heart.
The thought of hurting him made the hand she pressed to his heart tremble.
She couldn't bring herself to try, just like she couldn't remove her hand.
She dropped her hand and prayed the sensations within her left.
He touched her, his hand settling on her arm.