His fingers grew hot from moving so quickly against the surface.

Her fingers grew white where she held the post.

It hurt like hell, but the fingers would grow back.

Sometimes my fingers grew numb and it was hard to make them obey me.

When I opened the medicine chest, my fingers grew numb.

His fingers grew numb around the wood but he held on still.

As the sun sank lower in the sky, the fingers of shadows grew away from each box.

Now his fingers grew numb and slid away from the man's arm.

Matthew froze, his long fingers growing still against her skin.

He could tell that her fingers had grown thick and sluggish, but she didn't stop.