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“A few strands of his long, dark hair had been caught by the wind and blown against his face. Without thinking, she reached up…

— Kiki Hamilton

“He seemed uncharacteristically nervous as he reached toward her cheek. He slowly took an errant pink strand of hair between his fingers and tucked…

— Stephanie Garber

“forefinger. Her skin was soft, but she had acne on her forehead. His expression softened and he let go. “You did well today.” Her…

— Jeff Carson

“He raised his hand automatically and tried to make his hair lie flat. “You’re fighting a losing battle there, dear,” said his mirror in…

— J.K. Rowling

“When she didn’t let go, when she buried her freckled nose in his chest and snuggled closer and when she shivered from the cold,…

— Kay Stockham

“He took a strand of hair that had fallen loose from her chignon between his fingers. The gesture shocked her, not because his self-control…

— Sherry Thomas

“I pulled away. He stopped me with a hand on my wrist. “Wait,” he said. “I know what you’re thinking.” “What?” “It’s written all…

— Jennifer Rush

“With his forefinger and middle finger, he tipped her chin up. A corner of his mouth kicked up wickedly, as if he knew she…

— Ann Bruce

“This is your home.” He reached up his other hand and gripped my face, pressing down hard against my cheeks. I nodded. “Say it!”…

— T.J. Klune