He was definitely the one, she thought as her body burned from his touch.

Her face darkened and she pulled back from his touch.

"Why a moment ago, did you withdraw from my touch?"

Clearly only speed could snatch them from death's touch now.

She jerked from his touch and glanced at the food.

My hand still tingled from her touch but she was gone.

He jerked back from my touch as if it had hurt.

"You've seen me through any number of dark times," he said quietly when she didn't draw back from his touch.

She shrank from his touch as he reached toward her.

He drew back from her touch, taking a few steps away.