“When she reaches down to touch his shoulder—a gesture only a few species and a million or so years removed from lifting… — Elle Lothlorien Copy Share Image
...this is the way fate usually treats us, it's right there behind us, it has already reached out a hand to touch… — Jose Saramago Copy Share Image
“Oh Carrie,” he breathes in my ear, “there are so many places I want to touch you.” “Above the shoulder?” “No. Though… — Mary Ann Rivers Copy Share Image
