Quote by Leigh Bardugo

“He sighed and moved his hands under water, linking with mine. “You are like a drug to me. Dangerous. Addicting. I can’t get enough…

— Whitney Barbetti

“Looks like you could use a hand," he observed. "Or maybe a bucket." "A bucket?" "Of water. I hear that's what they use on…

— Cecily White

“Come on," he said. "Bring the poker." I brought the tongs as well. I felt like it.”

— P.G. Wodehouse

“What kind of a hand is that,' he said. 'Cramp then if you want. Make yourself into a claw. It will do you no…

— Ernest Hemingway

“Then suddenly he reached out and took her hand. "Why did you do that?" she asked softly. He looked up at the snowflakes, let…

— Susan May Warren

“What did my fingers do before they held him?”

— Sylvia Plath

“Why won't you hold me?" I ask, drawing back a little. He laughs a little, holds out his hands as if in explanation. They…

— Ally Condie

“He pushed a finger through the surface of the water to trace the outline of her mouth. Ethereal bits of flesh floated loosely about…

— P.J. Parker

“Was he aware of the beauty of his hands? She wondered as he greedily snatched her closer, brought her in as if he too…

— V. Theia

“I touch the tip of my finger to his lips. "There are secrets in here," I say. "I want them out." He tries to…

— Tahereh Mafi

“Well, that went well,” I muttered to my cock, which had optimistically jumped up when I did. All pumped up with nowhere to go.…

— J.L. Merrow

“He placed his hand under hers gently and straightened her fingers. His touch felt like fire and ice and commanded her complete attention.”

— Debra Anastasia