Physical Touch Quotes

“I like the way hands are held when in love
The quietness of touch burdened to share
Your words I find too sweet to taste beloved
Affectionate silence, gasping for air”
― Ashezi ., Emotions Are Cliché : A classical poetry and prose collection

“Come on,” I say, taking Cardan’s arms and pulling him unsteadily to his feet. “You can’t sleep here.”
“What happened to your cheek?” he asks, his gaze focusing blurrily on me. He’s close enough that I can see his long lashes, the gold ring around the black of his iris.
“Nothing,” I say.
He lets me squire him into the hall. As we emerge, the Ghost and the rest of the guards move immediately to stand at attention,
“At ease,” says Cardan with a wave of his hand. “My seneschal is taking me somewhere. Worry not. I’m sure she’s got a plan of some kind.”
His guards fall in line behind us, some of them frowning, as I half-lead him, half-carry him to my chambers. I hate taking him there, but I do not feel confident about his safety anywhere else.
He looks around in amazement, taking in the mess. “Where—Do you really sleep here? Perhaps you ought to set fire to your rooms as well.”
“Maybe,” I say, guiding him to my bed. It is strange to put my hand on his back. I can feel the warmth of his skin through the thin linen of his shirt, can feel the flex of his muscles.
It feels wrong to touch him as though he were a regular person, as though he weren’t both the High King and also my enemy.”
― Holly Black, The Wicked King