She could still feel where his fingers had held her.

When the job was done, her fingers held his arm a moment more.

She was not sure her fingers could have held on to it.

She spread her fingers and the two women held hands.

She broke from him, but her fingers held to his arms.

His fingers held heat and weight that they'd never had before.

For a moment the finger held - it was very strong - and then he pulled free.

I mean, those fingers have held women and patted children.

She saw the way his fingers held her shoulders, long and confident.

The fingers of his right hand slid into a crack and held.