Her hand found the back of his head, and pulled him down for a kiss.

Reaching along the wall, his hand found a light control, but the power was down and nothing happened.

He reached out again, and his hand found my shoulder.

How his hands found their way into her hair, he didn't know.

His hand found the cup she had set beside him.

Her hand found purchase against the wall of the house.

He had expected it to be only a few inches deep but his hands could find no wall before him.

Somehow, he didn't remember when her hand had found his.

My hand found the door handle and I turned it.

His hands found warm blood and a body to go with it.