I love touching. I always touch people.

Love is friendship set on fire. thanks to a subscriber -Jeremy Irons.

Touch has a memory. O say, love, say,
What can I do to kill it and be free?

Afterward she lies nestled against me, her hair tickling my face. I stroke her lightly, memorizing her body. I want her to melt into me, like butter on toast. I want to absorb her and walk around for the rest of my days with her encased in my skin.

If I could touch anything in the world right now, it would be your heart. I want to take that piece of you and keep it with me.

Never in his life had Edward been cradled like a baby. Abilene had not done it. Nor had Nellie. And most certainly, Bull had not. It was a singular sensation to be held so gently and yet so fiercely, to be stared down at with so much love. Edward felt the whole of his china body flood with warmth. (page 128)