Christy tried not to find that feather-light touch disturbing.

She was immobilized with longing, each feather-light touch an explosion inside her.

His face softened a little, and he touched my hand again, a feather-light touch.

She brushed past me with a feather-light touch and left me.

Her themes were generally serious but nearly always handled with a feather-light touch.

She was beginning to lose control beneath the feather-light touch of his fingers against her cheek and eyes.

"Head hurts," she murmured, exploring the injury with a feather-light touch.

Rumail restrained him with a single feather-light touch on the back of the wrist.

Then he felt it again: feather-light touch of a mind on his.

Just a feather-light touch, but it was enough to silence him.