gloved

His gloved hands felt around one head, and the other.

She put her gloved hand on his for a moment as he held the door.

Out, he told himself, looking down at his gloved hands.

She reached for his hand with her own gloved one.

He had taken both her hands in his gloved ones.

Into the light came hands that were no longer gloved.

She came to him, put her gloved hand behind his neck.

He put a gloved hand to the back of his neck.

It was just wide enough to take his gloved hand.

A gloved hand opened a door; then a second one close by.

She moved her gloved hand up and down in his line of sight.

His gloved hands were held behind him, and he seemed to be thinking deeply.

Then he felt a gloved hand pressing down against his.

After a moment's thought, he stuck out his gloved hand.

As Mike came in, she offered him a gloved hand.

I reached down with my gloved hand to touch them.

A few seconds later he had it between his gloved hands.

In her gloved hand she held a strip of paper.

His gloved hands moved toward the lock of the door.

His gloved hand put out the light in the ceiling.

Something dark fell out as he pulled his gloved hand free again.

She slowly turned a small glass on the table top with a gloved left hand.

She was about to snap something at him, but he held up a gloved hand.

He took both her gloved hands and pressed them hard in his.

He swallowed hard and looked down at his gloved hands.