Branson lifted the slender wrist and dropped it almost immediately.

He reached quickly behind his back, trying to capture the slender wrists of what seemed more woman now than spirit.

He held his own slender wrist out to me without being asked.

On her slender wrist was a wide scar, completely circling it.

I seized the slender wrists and held them firmly in my hands.

With a groan, he clamped a hand around her slender wrist.

I reached out and took hold of his slender wrist.

She looked at his gold watch, the slender wrist, the dark hair on the back of his pale hand.

Its face was much too large for her slender wrist.

Taking the slender wrist, he felt for a pulse.