Hold Hand Reference Novels & Stories

“Out here on the street?!” “Out there on the street. No one’s going to know what you’re doing. They’ll think you’re standing there with your thumb touching your other fingers, that’s all.” “…can I hide my hand while I do it?” “Of course.” Clutching my hand under the arm holding the phone, I bent my fingers in a ‘C’ and touched the tip of my thumb to the tip of my middle finger. “Are you doing it?” “Yes.” “Now I want you to close your eyes.”

Mary Kinson stretched out her small white hand and tried to hold William Black's big hand. A man's palm is always very hot, especially the temperature of his palm is as hot as his aura, which makes people uneasy. It seems that once he holds his palm, he can never escape. Mary Kinson took his hand and went back into the store. Unexpectedly, William Black really went in with her! His strength is very great, almost holding her hand firmly, shaking it all motionless, and cherishing it very much, so that she didn't feel the slightest pain.

My hand goes to my abdomen. Please let me get to hold and nurture this baby.

He pocketed the phone, then prepared physically and mentally for any eventuality. “Alright then. Can you shake my hand, please?” asked Mr. Made to Kalyana, holding out his right hand. Kalyana welcomes Mr. Made’s helping hand. “Now, excuse me, kid,” continued Mr. Made while still holding Kalyana’s hand. Mr. Made then stretched out his left hand towards Kalyana’s face, and then put his forefinger on her forehead and four fingers on Kalyana’s right temple. Kalyana’s face was tense.

The turd even managed to talk me into giving him my phone number. Throughout the movie, he has kept an iron grip on my hand. He laced our fingers together, and my inner girl couldn't help but notice how perfect our hands fit together. His hand is warm, and I can feel him running his thumb along with my finger. I feel my heartbeat rising every time I start to think about our joined hands.

Right at me. I don't move my hand. His eyes drop to my arm, the angle of it, the fact that my elbow is bent and my shoulder is angled inward and he is not stupid, he knows exactly where my hand is and what it's doing, and his chest rises on a slow breath and he doesn't look away. I hold eye contact and slide two fingers inside myself and my mouth falls open. He sets the skimmer down. He walks to the back door.

The visual language of a body doing something it had not been doing an hour ago. Alex's hands were moving Not the involuntary movements of the early days.... the larger, alarmed movement that had sent the monitor into its urgent register. Something more directed. His right hand against the cover, the fingers not convulsing but reaching. The movement of someone who was trying to grip something that wasn't there. I crossed the room without being asked Took his hand. His fingers closed around mine. Not weakly.... with intention "Alex," I said. My voice came out very steady. "I'm here."

Michaela's hand comes off the table. She does not look at me when she does it. Her eyes stay on the screen. Her arm just moves out into the space between us, palm open, in the ordinary unthinking way of a person reaching for the thing that is there. She finds my hand. She holds it while the sonographer talks about measurements and dates and what to expect at the next appointment. She holds it the way you hold something that requires no decision. Like it is simply what you do. I hold on.

As he feels the light touch of her hand move down his upper arm, he does as she tells him and lifts his hand, allowing her to wrap her fingers around his wrist and then reach behind him for the cuff he knew was there. Benjamin flinches slightly at the small click of the cuff, which could have been mistaken for the sound of a loud explosion in what seemed to be a very small room where the three of them were standing in. He then does the same as he feels her other hand lightly touch his other arm. He lifts his hand, meeting hers halfway and again, allowing her to wrap her fingers around it.

Mr Martinez abruptly extended his hand, palm up, and offered me a shake that rendered me dumbfounded. I've heard that when men give their hands for a shake, their palms face down to show dominance over the other person, but his palms face up to show openness and honesty. And it's the first time he's offered his hand for a shake with no ulterior motive. It was full of genuine one.