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cupped QUOTES

21 " He prayed as he breathed, forming no words and making no specific requests, only holding his heart, like broken birds in cupped hands, "

― Ellis Peters

22 " Tam looked scared, swallowing and wrapping his hands around Casen's. He slowly cupped his wrists and pulled his hands away. Then he turned to the door and unlocked it.
Casen expected to have it shut in his face or be told that he'd crossed a line. After all, he didn't know Tam and he'd stupidly given him an ultimatum after meeting just a few hours ago. What had he been thinking?
“Are you coming in?” Tam asked quietly, staring at his hands as he twirled his key.
Casen crossed the threshold and reminded himself he was lucky; he could so easily have been turned away. Yet, when he turned to apologise for presuming too much, Tam was right in front of him and the door was closed.
Before he could ask what was running through his head, Tam cupped his face, lightly caressing his cheek. It was soft and tender, identical to the look in his eyes. It was too much; Casen closed his eyes and leaned into the touch, tentatively raising his own hand to hold Tam there.
It wasn't a kiss, but it was damned close. "

― Elaine White , Right Kind of Wrong (Decadent, #3)

23 " Her face crumpled and he felt her pain as if it were his own. He wanted to take it back, but just like that memory, it was always going to be there.
She worked to get control over her features, then said, “I’m sorry I didn’t defend you. I’m sorry I didn’t tell them you were my guest.”
Jem hadn’t thought he cared anymore, not really, but her words were tugging loose the hard, painful knot in his chest. “It’s okay.”
She shook her head. “It’s not. It wasn’t.”
He reached out and cupped her cheek in his hand. He didn’t know what else to say and all he wanted was to touch her skin, let her know that he wasn’t that boy anymore and that she wasn’t that girl. "

― Mary Jane Hathaway , Persuasion, Captain Wentworth and Cracklin' Cornbread (Jane Austen Takes the South, #3)

24 " Her face crumpled and he felt her pain as if it was his own. He wanted to take it back, but just like that memory, it was always going to be there.
She worked to get control over her features, then said, “I’m sorry I didn’t defend you. I’m sorry I didn’t tell them you were my guest.”
Jem hadn’t thought he cared anymore, not really, but her words were tugging loose the hard, painful knot in his chest. “It’s okay.”
She shook her head. “It’s not. It wasn’t.”
He reached out and cupped her cheek in his hand. He didn’t know what else to say and all he wanted was to touch her skin, let her know that he wasn’t that boy anymore and that she wasn’t that girl. "

― Mary Jane Hathaway , Persuasion, Captain Wentworth and Cracklin' Cornbread (Jane Austen Takes the South, #3)

25 " I said uselessly, " Sam, don't go." Sam cupped my face in his hands and looked me in the eyes. His eyes were yellow, sad, wolf, mine. " These stay the same. Remember that when you look at me. Remember it's me. Please. "

26 " Zoe—" I said." Stars," she whispered. " I can see the stars again, my lady." A tear trickled down Artemis's cheek. " Yes, my brave one. They are beautiful tonight." " Stars," Zoe repeated. Her eyes fixed on the night sky. And she did not move again.Thalia lowered her head. Annabeth gulped down a sob, and her father put his hands on her shoulders. I watched as Artemis cupped her hand above Zoe's mouth and spoke a few words in Ancient Greek. A silvery wisp of smoke exhaled from Zoe's lips and was caught in the hand of the goddess. Zoe's body shimmered and disappeared.Artemis stood, said a kind of blessing, breathed into her cupped hand and released the silver dust to the sky. It flew up, sparkling, and vanished.For a moment I didn't see anything different. Then Annabeth gasped. Looking up in the sky, I saw that the stars were brighter now. They made a pattern I had never noticed before—a gleaming constellation that looked a lot like a girl's figure—a girl with a bow, running across the sky." Let the world honor you, my Huntress," Artemis said. " Live forever in the stars. "

27 " You’re here!” She repeated, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs
around his hips. He’d dropped his bags as she’d ran, and now he cupped her bottom in his large hands...His heart gave a giant thump, all the way down from his chest to his stomach,
and as she smiled up at him he lowered his head and devoured her mouth,
smile and all. Her lips were just as warm, and just as soft as he remembered, and her mouth tasted like peaches and cinnamon and Corinne Carol-Anne and without thought he pushed her back against the hallway wall and kissed her and kissed her and kissed her as though all their time apart would disappear in that frantic mating of tongue and lips and teeth. He wanted to take her into himself, all of her, and keep her warm and safe and happy, just like this moment when she
burst with joy, just to see him.
--Wounded
(Green and Cory, after being apart) "

― Amy Lane

28 " He cupped her head with both hands. “You’re full of your own kind of magic, and it’s much more rare and beautiful than all the other spells around you. They are commonplace. You are unique. "

― Thea Harrison , Spellbinder (Moonshadow, #2)

29 " He cupped her face in his hands, crushing his lips into hers. Angry and raw after all these months, he couldn’t hold himself back any longer. It wasn’t gentle or sweet. It was powerful and full of need. A quiet moan escaped from her throat, inciting another rushing wave of desire through him. Her lips parted, inviting his tongue inside her mouth. "

― Stacey O'Neale , Under His Skin (Alien Encounters, #1)

30 " He slid a hand over her stomach and down to her mound. He cupped it possessively and was pleased when she sucked in a breath at her unmistakable wetness." This is mine too." She swallowed hard again but didn't respond. More importantly, she didn't argue.But it wasn't enough. " Say it." He needed to hear the words. Needed to know she wanted him as much as he wanted her.She held his gaze, stared back at him in the mirror, her eyes dilated with arousal. " I'm yours. "

31 " His hand cupped her cheek as he lowered his head to hers. Just before their lips touched, a light knock sounded on the door. "

― Lia Davis

32 " Suicide. A sideways word, a word that people whisper and mutter and cough: a word that must be squeezed out behind cupped palms or murmured behind closed doors. It was only in dreams that I heard the word shouted, screamed. "

― Lauren Oliver , Delirium (Delirium, #1)

33 " Sympathizer.

It’s only slightly better than the other word that followed me for years after my mom’s death, a snakelike hiss, undulating, leaving its trail of poison: Suicide.

A sideways word, a word that people whisper and mutter and cough: a word that must be squeezed out behind cupped palms or murmured behind closed doors. It was only in my dreams that I heard the word shouted, screamed. "

― Lauren Oliver , Delirium (Delirium, #1)

34 " And beauty is terror,' said Julian, 'then what is desire? We think we have many desires, but in fact we have only one. What is it?'
'To live,' said Camilla.
'To live forever,' said Bunny, chin cupped in palm. "

― Donna Tartt , The Secret History

35 " That’s not why I’m here. I’ve got a mission. I made a promise.” His chest expanded with a deep, ragged breath. “Ah, hell. Quit looking at me like you either want to shoot me or eat me up. I’m trying to do the right thing here.”
Max’s rejection instantly sent her back to the times in her relationship with Richard when he’d rebuffed her advances. “I wasn’t very good, was I? I’m sor—”
“Do not let that man come between us.” Max swiped his hand over his mouth and jaw and spun away.
Just as quickly he faced her again and grabbed her wrist.
“You call me whatever crass SOB you want to.”
He pulled her hand to the front of his jeans and cupped it over the unmistakable warm bulge behind his zipper.
“This is what you do to me. I don’t know why you and me fit together this good. If I could take you to bed right now and finish this, I would.”
He released her and backed away, raising his hands in apology. “But that’s not what I’m here for. Neither one of us needs that kind of complication in our lives. I have to keep the mission in mind. I’m a cop. I have to think like a cop, not a...”
“Not a what?” she asked, her voice barely a whisper.
But he didn’t fill in the blank. “It’s not your job to deal with me. I’m damaged goods, Rosie. You can do better than me. "

― Julie Miller , Kansas City Secrets (The Precinct: Cold Case #2; The Precinct #26)

36 " Her breathing came faster, evidenced by the repeated rapid swell of her breasts against the low-cut bodice.
Before he could let his thoughts circle around once more, he cupped the elegant line of her jaw in his palm.
Her eyes widened.
“Are you going to kiss me?” she whispered.
Instead of answering, he lowered his mouth to the luscious warmth of hers. "

― Madeline Martin , Highland Spy (The Mercenary Maidens, #1)

37 " She held out her hands, cupped and holding a small plant.
'The power to heal is the power to destroy,' she said with the faintest smile. "

― F.T. McKinstry , The Winged Hunter (Chronicles of Ealiron, #3)

38 " She leaned over the bed to plant a goodbye kiss on his cheek. Instead he reached up and cupped her head in his left hand, so that he was in charge of her kiss and it landed oh his lips. It was not, as she would have expected, the fumbling kiss of a boy unused to dating but the practiced kiss of a man who knew exactly what he was doing. "

― Lois Duncan

39 " I want to get to know you a little better.’ His hand touches mine, the briefest of touches but I still recoil my hand into the sleeve of my cardigan. His touch is blisteringly hot, I’m sure earlier today when he cupped my cheek I had burn marks. But no, it is just him, just his touch, it sends crazy little shivers throughout my entirety.
‘I don’t understand you… you said you want what you cannot have. Isn’t this a form of torture?’
‘Does a person who wishes to lose weight not taunt themselves with sweets? Does a person not go by the same window every day, just to glimpse the piece of jewellery they long for, yet can never attain? We torment ourselves every day with things we cannot have. Perhaps it is torture, but perhaps my request is genuine. "

― Charlotte Munro , Grey October (East Hollow Chronicles)

40 " He slid over to me and grabbed me closer to him. My smile fell from my face with the unexpectedness of it. His hands cupped my face, his lips hovering above mine.
“You seriously want to know, Tess?”
He closed the space and claimed my mouth with an urgent, hot, delving kiss.
He smiled. “You are sexy, in your own goofball way, you’re sweet and beautiful and smart and funny and, although you kiss to the point where I feel like I want to go back for seconds, you’re my best friend, and that’s why I don’t want to tap that. "

― C.J. Duggan , The Boys of Summer (Summer, #1)