His words had been almost like a living thing, brushing her with warm fingers.

His warm fingers closed around her cold ones as he rose.

She reached up and slid her warm fingers across the skin on the back of my neck.

He put one hand to the glass, warm fingers met cold, but nothing supernatural happened.

He took Rosemary's wrist with warm fingers and looked at his raised watch.

I touched his face with my fingers; so warm from the kill.

Under the warm water and the warmer fingers, he felt himself stiffening again.

She knew that his warm fingers were clasped around her cooler ones.

His attention was brought back to them only when warm fingers reached up his legs.

David felt the light, warm fingers skim over the hard planes of his face.