Hold Hand Reference Novels & Stories

The hand I had known my whole life. I turned my hand over. Palm up. And held it.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

Vivian murmured softly. ​She didn't pull away from his tight, heavy hold. Instead, she turned her body completely within the circle of his single functional arm, her front pressing flat against his ballistic nylon webbings. She raised her left hand, her small, cool fingers wrapping firmly around his scarred jawline, her touch acting as an absolute, unyielding anchor that forced his fierce, manic gaze to drop down to hers.

Thеу’rе ѕо plump, аnd thе urge to rеасh out аnd рut my finger оn thе bоttоm оnе is оvеrwhеlmіng. I lооk hіm іn the еуе, and I do that with mу іndеx fіngеr. Hе hаѕ оnе hand on mу ѕhоuldеr, аnd I return thе fаvоr.

what. "Can I see the picture." I clear my throat, pushing back the edgy feeling at the back of my spine. She gives me a sheepish grin then fetch out her phone. The picture,it's me. Thank goodness it didn't catches my face, just me and Xavier holding hands. "I know you and Xavier had a thing and...." She pause taking a closer look at the picture. "That hand...I know that hand." "Let me see your hand." She grabs my right hand before I had the chance to escape, her eyes moving from it to the picture then back. "Exactly the same."

My eyes doing something I hadn't allowed in years. "Your father threw the glass and cried after. You stopped before it left your hand. That's the difference." She reached across the two feet. Hand open. Palm up. Same way mine had been all night. I took it. Her fingers around mine. Small. Warm against knuckles that had been cold for hours. Hallway floor. Seven AM. Holding hands. She squeezed. I squeezed back. Careful. The way you hold something when you're learning that your hands can do more than break.

Her touch was both professional and tinged with a growing awareness that couldn’t be ignored. Under Elias’s guidance, Callie’s hands moved in ways that went beyond a physical examination. Her fingers danced over his skin, awakening sensations that pulsed through him like electricity. Callie felt his firm muscles and couldn’t help but admire how well-built he was—from a medical perspective, of course. Then Elias slowly steered her hands and stopped just below his waist. For the next twenty minutes, he taught her how to use her hands for more than just armbar or kimura. Afterwards, Callie washed her hands, scrubbing them furiously with soap.

"I won't peek at your face, I promise." I WASN'T WORRIED ABOUT THAT, ALRIGHT!!! Ryder didn't wait for his response and stood up. Not giving him a chance to refuse, she walked to the fence and grabbed his right hand, right before he could step away from the fence. With the phone screen, she cast light on the hand she was holding. The hand was cold but soft and under the light of the phone screen, it appeared pale, white as snow. On the left side of the thumb was a small mole, like a small red dot made with a pen.

I confirmed. He covered my hand with his. Hold it there.

I sat down. I reached across and took Julian's hand. I placed it on the table between us, my fingers wrapped around his, the way a wife holds a husband's hand at a family dinner. Natural. Proprietorial. Visible to everyone at the table, including Christopher and including Katia. Julian did not flinch. He did not pull away. He did not tighten. He did not look at me. He simply allowed his hand to be held the way a statue allowed weather—present, unmoved, entirely unaffected.

It renders the young man speechless once more. Hyang slowly raises her hand and takes Shin's hand in hers, which is holding the ice pack for her bruises. Shin's hand is warm despite the cold from the ice pack he was holding. He is taken aback when the girl takes his hand, but he has no intention of pulling his hand away from her.