A thick finger lifted to point between the green eyes.

Gently, his thin fingers came around my hands and lifted them away.

Her fingers lifted and caught the ends of his hair.

He turned away again; the black fingers slowly lifted the shade.

His fingers lifted then came down gently over her.

Her fingers lifted to his mouth, pressed gently to their grim line.

Her hand moved down his face until a single finger lifted his chin.

As he speaks, her fingers lift to rest lightly on his cheek.

He closed the door, turned, and his finger lifted to punch in the security code.

His fingers lifted the stone, and he looked into its depths, smiling.