About the way he smiled, so sweet and innocent - the way his arms felt around her, so comforting and secure.
Accustomed to being shunned by people, she'd almost felt normal around the stranger who seemed unaffected by her magic.
Actually, her legs felt like stumps and her groin muscles were knotted with pain.
Adrienne felt the rage tearing at her lungs, plucking at her nerves until she wanted to twist Julie's neck off.
After a stroll up town for coffee and a doughnut, I felt it was late enough to try Quinn in California.
After a warm shower, she felt better.
After the initial shock, she felt the pleasure, warm and hot, burning and mixing with the pain.
After the play Miss Sullivan took me to see him behind the scenes, and I felt of his curious garb and his flowing hair and beard.
Again he felt more was going on than the damn Watcher let on.
Again she felt an urge to explore the hills... especially that path.
An hour of sleep was the longest he'd managed in over a week, and he felt more tired than when he lay down.
And Cade had become more solemn in the last few weeks, as if he sensed her dilemma and felt uncomfortable as well.
And I think you felt something as well.
And she did, clearly enough that she felt the pain of her heart aching once more.
Any gentleness he felt with Deidre dissipated at the arrival of her mate.
As confused as he felt, Gabriel would never let anyone hurt either Deidre, no matter whose mate she was.
As each course came and went, she felt another piece of her die.
As guilty as she felt, she wasn't willing to make a deal with him to protect the human she'd condemned.
As I tried to rise to my knees I was grabbed from behind and once again, I felt a knife at my throat!
As my knowledge of things grew I felt more and more the delight of the world I was in.
As she stared out at the deserts of Hell, she figured out what she felt.
At least, if she saw him, she could determine which parts of what she felt were real and which stemmed from the bond.
At once, he felt the brush of her soft curls against the underside of his chin and smelled her amber-vanilla.
At the moment, it felt more domestic than romantic.
At the time, we felt so infallible in our rightness we grabbed the proverbial bull by the horns exposing ourselves to a wealth of trouble.
Before she became a human, she never understood him or what he felt and thought.
Better would be a long time coming, but she felt more in control of her emotions.
Bianca liked Jenn, though she felt there was more to the woman than she could pinpoint.
Both Dean and his wife felt comfortable with Fred researching the identity of the skeleton as long as Fred remained unaware of any direct connection to the Dawkinses.
Both felt we should keep our hands off the matter.
Both men felt the old man had probably killed him, but Westlake's brief disclosure was insufficient to pursue the matter and as both men were dead, there was little incentive to do so.
Brennan felt Merrill Cooms idea had merit.
But in spite of his aggressive behavior, she felt safe with him.
But the nearer he drew to the house the more he felt the impossibility of going to sleep on such a night.
But then, maybe she felt that way because she knew he was financially responsible.
But then, she admitted to loving him at one time, so it's not hard to believe she still felt something for him.
By that time the Giddon family would have felt the need to feed her two more times.
By the end of the second day, she had adapted to the guests and felt completely at ease - a state that Claudette apparently wanted to shatter.
Cade who felt no desire for a woman?
Carmen felt her face growing warm.
Carmen felt the full weight of a question that had no answer.
Cassie felt the warmth of the sun as her cloud descended to the ranch.
Cautiously her fingers felt the ground around her and touched the cold steel barrel.
Child as I was, I at once felt the tenderness and sympathy which endeared Dr. Bell to so many hearts, as his wonderful achievements enlist their admiration.
Confused, she paused at the back door and felt the telltale energy patterns of the newly dead.
Cynthia felt first anger and then violation that a thief had entered their private quarters.
Damian felt the unusual urge to look in on her again, to feel her soft skin against him once more and make sure she was safe.
Darian felt like he was walking through a dream.
Darkness engulfed me as I felt his foot kick my side repeatedly.
Darkyn would never let him through Hell, but Deidre … He felt like shit just thinking about it yet recognized the danger he was in.
Dean felt a pang of sympathy—a child herself about to bring a life into the world.
Dean felt another pang of conscience.
Dean felt as if he might be getting somewhere, at least in identifying Martha's bones.
Dean felt compelled to do something even if he didn't know what.
Dean felt equally acrimonious toward the overbearing state official whom he hadn't seen since the winter and who, in Dean's mind, had no business being back in Ouray.
Dean felt satisfaction that his wife's dark mood had improved, but Martha's departure remained on her mind.
Dean felt the wall behind him for a light switch.
Dean's arm felt as if he'd taken on half the World Wrestling Federation.
Death was a dark, towering, muscular figure in the living area of her apartment, clothed in black and wearing an expression that mirrored what she felt.
Deidre felt Harmony's light touch as the death dealer brushed her hair aside.
Deidre felt herself breathless and consumed before the end of their first kiss, yielding to the intensity of his kiss and the firmness of his touch.
Deidre felt no pity for him, despite the circumstances.
Deidre felt tears on her cheeks once more.
Deidre felt the pain again, the one without a physical source but which she felt as if a knife was piercing her soul.
Deidre felt the wetness of her tears.
Deidre glanced over her shoulder, not really caring at that moment, not when she felt like her world was squeezing the life out of her.
Deidre looked around, struck by how different the place she lived for two years felt.
Deidre never felt she belonged in the mortal or Immortal worlds, because she didn't.
Deidre thought back, struggling to remember what human-Deidre felt, if not the events.
Deidre's heart felt like it was breaking.
Desire rose hot and fast in him, more so when he felt the cool tickle of her power, the combination of cool energy and warm skin making his blood race.
Didn't you have any idea how he felt about you?
Dusty almost felt bad for snapping at her, but she was driving him crazy.
Dusty felt for her pulse before resting against the cabinets opposite him.
Dusty felt the slow change in the air around him and tensed.
Dusty's jaw clenched until he felt the muscles tick.
Even as a sentient soul, she'd felt fear.
Even the way you felt about that attic.
Every step he took brought more memories of people and places he felt to his core he knew – but couldn't recognize.
Everyone within a hundred miles felt what you did.
Except, when he touched her, it felt real again.
Fevered and shivering, she felt too weak and hungry to focus well, but the shape of the black hourglass was unmistakable.
Finally she felt comfortable about her wages.
For a moment he looked as startled as she felt.
For a moment his warm lips felt reassuring, and then reality broke the spell.
For a moment she felt the dull aching pain of being utterly alone.
For the first time in her life, she felt her magic was a gift and not a curse.
For the first time in his life, he felt helpless to help the small form of the woman before him.
For the first time in his life, he felt like running away from something.
For the first time in thousands of years, he remembered what real pain felt like.
For the first time since he began his sick games, Jenn felt genuine fear trickle through her.
For the second time in as many days, he almost felt bad.
Gabriel felt a pang of guilt.
Gabriel felt a thaw deep within him, one fed by the hope that arguing over her sweaters was the worst they'd face from here on out.
Gabriel had never felt inadequate in his life until that moment.
Gabriel nodded and felt himself relax.
Gabriel wanted to say something to her, to apologize, to rationalize what happened … He felt like he was on the verge of snapping, unable to settle the turmoil of his emotions.
He almost felt relief, knowing he couldn't ever be tempted to read her mind again.
He already felt the loss of her calm energy, but he had no idea what to do about it.
He appeared relieved, and she felt guilty.
He couldn't help feeling angry with the goddess who set this all up or escape the emotion he felt knowing his mate was the woman he'd loved for thousands of years.
He couldn't shake the fire in his blood or the sense of how soft her supple skin, how warm her body felt beneath him.
He crossed his arms, dark gaze hard, towering in the bedroom that suddenly felt too small for her.
He didn't know what was going on, but he felt as uneasy as his spy chief.
He felt both spent and wired, his head too full of memories to control.
He felt compelled towards them, as if whatever it was he was supposed to do had to be done with one in front of him.
He felt completely depleted of his power, the sense of being fully human again returning.
He felt Dusty's gaze on him before it went to the still woman.
He felt Dusty's thoughtful gaze on him and looked up from strapping a gun to his ankle.
He felt fear again, an emotion he hated.
He felt fury at the mention of Darian's name mixed with resignation.
He felt good after the night with his mate, and it was too nice outside to take a portal when he had the energy to walk.
He felt her deep confusion of the world around her and marveled again at how selfless she still managed to be.
He felt her forehead and rubbed her back.
He felt her pain but didn't know what to do about it.
He felt her turmoil through their bond and ached to ease her pain.
He felt it in his bones, just as he'd felt a soul-deep connection to her the moment he'd touched her.
He felt like a piece of heaven!
He felt more than saw her shake her head no.
He felt panic bubble within him as he looked around.
He felt Randy's pain as if it were his own.
He felt sad and depressed.
He felt sick to his stomach again.
He felt sick to his stomach and wondered how Bianca had become so much a part of him in so little time.
He felt that his words, apart from what meaning they conveyed, were less audible than the sound of his opponent's voice.
He felt that the condition he was in could not continue long, that a catastrophe was coming which would change his whole life, and he impatiently sought everywhere for signs of that approaching catastrophe.
He felt the flicker of a pulse and prayed it was enough.
He felt the loss already, a pain similar to the loss of his sister so many years ago.
He felt the mother's demeanor suggested she was preparing a bogus story.
He felt the rise and fall of each breath and was inches from the slightly parted full lips just begging for a kiss.
He felt the Watcher's presence disappear as he entered the mansion.
He flung his head back, trying to remember the last time he'd felt some semblance of peace.
He focused on it, trying to recall why he felt he should recognize the vamp.
He got up the courage and asked me out but when I begged off he acted so devastated I felt like a heel.
He had no flashlight, and the fear he'd felt during his first trip into this deep and dank hole was compounded by the absence of being able to see.
He hadn't yet reconciled how he felt about seeing his brother alive and in so much pain.
He helped her up and she tried to stand, but her legs felt like rubber.
He looked as bad as I felt.
He might never say anything to Jonathan about it, but Jonathan would know in other ways how he felt.
He never wore a coat and she wondered if he even felt the cold west Texas wind.
He offered no further information and she felt uncomfortable about asking.
He rubbed his face, his fingers slowing as he felt his scars.
He shook out his tension but felt an even heavier sense of guilt.
He snatched her as she passed, but not before she heard a shot and felt fire burn through her.
He swore to stay with her forever, just like she wanted him to, and she felt sorrow.
He told Lydia about Fitzgerald buying the vodka on the morning of the Fourth of July, denying it, and saying at the debate that there was liquor in Billy's vehicle when he, Dean, felt there wasn't.
He was a man who said little, but felt a lot.
He was certain to take her to climax each time before seeking his own release, a practice she'd never participated, when she was a goddess who felt nothing.
He wasn't entirely certain what to think about last night, but he felt like he'd gotten somewhere.
He yelled, and I felt the knife cut deeper.
He'd felt funky for a while, since Bianca fixed his face.
He'd felt the earth crack open once before.
He'd messed around with Jenn only a few hours earlier and already felt the need to unwind again.
He'd never heard of anything like this happening, but he felt her within the house.
He'd stopped draining her healing power, and she felt a change in his body.
Her beautiful eyes no longer sparkled, and he was surprised to find he felt the absence of her warmth and liveliness.
Her breathing was quick, the pulse he felt in her neck flying.
Her eyes were filled with tears and her face felt flushed.
Her face felt hot and cold by turns and she didn't have enough saliva to swallow.
Her face felt hot and cold by turns.
Her face felt hot at his nonchalance.
Her face felt hot when she thought of how she had spoken of him.
Her face felt warm at the look both gave her.
Her hair was damp at the roots but her long curls as bouncy and cheerful as she felt fatigued.
Her head hurt, and she felt grimy from the night sweats.
Her heart raced to the point of pain, and she felt sick enough to puke.
Her knees were trembling as if they were going to give way at any moment, and her face felt devoid of blood.
Her legs felt like posts, but she drug one foot in front of another until the ground under her feet seemed to change.
Her legs felt weak, and she sat heavily on the curb, struggling to control her breathing so she didn't pass out.
Her mouth felt dry and her knees weak.
Her mouth felt dry and her voice was barely a whisper.
Her whispered calls for Bordeaux received no response so she felt around in the darkness.
Her words fueled the sense of dread he'd felt the past two weeks, since he'd lost contact with his closest friends.
His brothers weren't any closer than they had been, but the sound of their voices made him realize how alone he'd really felt the past two weeks.
His features remained stoic, but she felt his concern.
His gaze was hard, and she felt him flex his power again.
His hand shifted to her hip, and he felt the absence of her warmth to the bone.
His lips brushed hers, and she felt something within her melt at the simple touch.
His mother smiled, for she felt quite sure that there was no danger.
His nearness rattled her senses in a way that reminded her of how she felt around Gabriel.
His piercing gaze went to her, and she felt compelled to answer him.
His tone was genuinely questioning, and she felt grateful that he was giving her the choice to opt out.
His voice was quiet and confident, and she felt like a visitor in his throne room rather than a woman talking to a stranger chained to her basement wall.
Hopefully her voice sounded more composed than she felt.
Hopefully, her smile wasn't as strained as it felt.
Hot, throbbing pain was in her neck, and she felt woozy.
How could men possibly have a greater desire or need than she had just felt?
However, with Howie's credibility questioned, I felt we were compelled to revisit the issue.
Howie wouldn't discuss the matter but we could only guess how he felt.
Howie's record was thirty-four minutes but he felt he could extend this if needed.
I actually felt a little sorry for her.
I at least felt empowered to continue.
I can't describe how helpless I felt.
I could tell Betsy felt embarrassed by her enthusiasm.
I cursed myself for not bringing a flashlight as I felt around the walls for a light switch.
I didn't know you felt that way.
I didn't know, but it bothered me immeasurably. qqq I'm sure we all felt we were on some ludicrous death watch with Mrs. Abbott holding our future hostage with her tenuous cling to life.
I emphasized how strongly Howie felt about resurrecting his sessions.
I felt a need to respond but wasn't sure what to say.
I felt a sharp sting as the blade cut.
I felt a shudder remembering the night before.
I felt absolutely alone, cut off from my friends and the firm earth.
I felt approaching footsteps, I stretched out my hand as I supposed to my mother.
I felt compelled to follow but I wanted to hear more.
I felt he was ready to quit and panic replaced my frustration.
I felt I could trust Brennan's good judgment.
I felt I owed it to Howie to at least hear her out.
I felt I'd cut ties with a close relative.
I felt if Quinn learned that fact he would want to scrub the entire operation.
I felt it back in Delaware; I really did!
I felt it in Jonny when our father-- " "No."
I felt like a POW giving up military secrets.
I felt like a zombie, being led around aimlessly.
I felt like Claire Elizabeth must have felt when the doctor cut her cord.
I felt my teacher sweep the fragments to one side of the hearth, and I had a sense of satisfaction that the cause of my discomfort was removed.
I felt my way to the back of the house and realized I couldn't see the end of my nose.
I felt my way to the end of the garden, knowing that the mimosa tree was near the fence, at the turn of the path.
I felt my way to the hearth and picked up the pieces.
I felt of him and thought it very strange that he should carry his house on his back.
I felt panic when I noticed our kerosene lamp, our only light, was but half full of fluid.
I felt proud to know that the liberties of Massachusetts and of our fatherland were in such safe keeping; and as I turned to my hoeing again I was filled with an inexpressible confidence, and pursued my labor cheerfully with a calm trust in the future.
I felt reasonably human though laughing remained a no-no and the pills were necessary desert.
I felt sick to my stomach.
I felt so cold, I imagined I should die before morning, and the thought comforted me.
I felt the hot breath from the engine on my face, and the smoke and ashes almost choked us.
I had often read the story, but I had never felt the charm of Rip's slow, quaint, kind ways as I did in the play.
I knew I would be suborning a lie and allowing a relationship I felt strongly was tenuous at best to move forward into a life commitment.
I knew this conversation deserved more thought on my part but it felt good taking some action, even if it might prove misguided.
I knew, because I felt the same way.
I remember the surprise and the pain I felt as I noticed that they placed their hands over mine when I talked to them and that they read books with their fingers.
I should have known how you felt about him.
I should think the wonderful rhythmical flow of lines and curves could be more subtly felt than seen.
I think he felt included because he was helping as much as we were.
I told you how I felt about my father.
I touched her so she could show me where you were, and I felt what she can do, Darian said.
I tried to demonstrate the panic I felt.
I truly felt I'd hear from Martha again.
I was keenly delighted when I felt the fragments of the broken doll at my feet.
I was pleased with the overall response and I think we collectively felt a modicum of relief.
I'm so sorry, but with my gift, I felt you had some sort of pain, maybe you lost someone once, long ago?
I'm sure Betsy felt the same.
If Quinn didn't place him at the hotel, he felt he might locate it himself.
If she didn't know better, she'd say whatever the poison was, it felt like what lingered in Jonny's body.
If she had felt the least bit threatened, it would have been easy enough to jump out of the truck.
If successful, I was appointed to request what I felt was needed.
If the truth were known, except for the larceny, he felt a pang of envy.
If you felt that way, why did you keep making the trips?
If you'd only said something - told me how you felt.
In fact, she felt no pain at all, anywhere.
In fact, what she felt was pity.
In spite of the continual struggle for custody, he had felt more welcome at the Medena home than he had with his step-father's family.
In spite of the drubbing he'd taken in the debate, he felt pretty good.
In that moment, she almost felt a human connection to the creature with the red eyes.
In the meantime, Wynn was trapped in a room that felt way too small with the deity he meant to kill instead of the human he almost succeeded in killing.
In truth, Alex felt the full responsibility of being a role model.
In truth, it was the one place in the house where she felt safe and comfortable when she wasn't with Damian.
Instead of shifting with each step, the ground felt solid.
Instead, she felt a tingle in her thoughts and nothing else.
It felt cool and she glanced up at him in surprise.
It felt good to be off her feet, even if only momentarily and in such a manner.
It felt strange to have only the two of them at the table.
It had nothing to do with you or how I felt.
It hurt like nothing I'd ever felt before and I was humiliated beyond belief.
It managed to calm the sense of urgency he always felt.
It might have felt like a dream, but I can assure you it was not, he said, smiling.
It was exactly how she felt.
It was getting harder and harder to deny what she felt toward him.
It was great news and she should have felt relieved.
It was how she felt about Alex.
It was the first time she saw him break down and indulge in a heart felt smile.
It wasn't anger she felt towards him but … hunger.
It'd been only a week and a half since she ventured into this new world, but she felt strangely exposed without Pierre with her.
Jule felt the creature's presence disappear and dwelled on the odd arrangement.
Jule felt the sudden loss of the connection between Yully and him like the heat going out on a cold winter night.
Jule, whose soul had somehow lingered in her body when she'd touched him, and who had become the only man she'd ever felt safe around.
Kinda felt like our power short-circuited.
Knowing Howie, I felt certain he loved her enough to forgive her.
Lightning streaked from her fingertips, and she felt the magic sucked from her.
Long afterward James Hogg said, "I never felt so grateful to any creature below the sun as I did to Sirrah that morning."
Maybe he felt excluded - or maybe he simply needed a little encouragement.
Maybe he felt that way too.
Maybe he should've felt it.
Maybe not, but it would have made a difference if I had known how you felt.
Maybe Sarah suspected that Giddon felt sorry for her.
Maybe that was the attraction she felt for people like Yancey and Allen.
Maybe we would have felt this way with them if things had been different.
Maybe, if she made it out of here, she'd go to lunch Sunday and do whatever felt right, like spend her life with him.
Mr. Dean wished he felt a modicum of confidence in himself as the three drifted off to sleep—David and Cynthia Dean, with SB, the Bird Song owl, snuggled next to them.
Much as she wanted the baby, she felt adoption was the best choice.
Much the case with Howie and Julie, I felt the personal lives of our group deserved their own space to address their own problems.
My hands felt every object and observed every motion, and in this way I learned to know many things.
My head throbbed and my side felt as if a car, no, an SUV were parked on me.
Nervously, I dialed her cell and felt a flood of relief when she picked up.
Never in my twenty-nine years of white bread life had I encountered anything remotely similar to the fear I felt as that knife pressed in me.
No part of his stance or piercing look was welcoming and yet, she felt the urge to cross to him.
No part of it felt unnatural.
Not sure what to make of her or what he felt, he led Han out and closed the door.
Nothing looked good and she felt feverish.
Now that Molly had confessed more knowledge than any of us suspected, I felt obligated to tell Martha the full story before she learned it from overheard conversation or from Molly directly.
Now, here with her, he had finally felt comfortable enough to release his emotions.
Now, she felt out of place, like she was sitting in a display at a furniture store.
On the other hand, how could Alex be a positive influence if his Uncle truly felt that way?
One of the minions in Betsy's organization had arranged for a pleasure car for her weekend, courtesy of her boss who felt guilty for her frequent out of town travel.
Paul felt responsible for Josh's quick exit and when Ed talked about leaving Ouray with his family, Paul arranged for the Plotkes to come to California.
Pete was conservative with his praise, so she felt honored.
Right now, she felt like she was on the verge of an important breakthrough with Gabriel.
Sarah and Giddon both seemed content with the arrangement, but she felt guilty about the money she earned... or didn't earn.
She almost felt as if she was … drugged?
She couldn't describe the sense any other way, just like she couldn't determine why she still felt the connection to his soul.
She couldn't help wondering about the two of them and why she felt suddenly jealous, even though Jenn could give Dusty something she wasn't willing to.
She couldn't remember the last time she felt halfway decent.
She didn't complain, but he felt her disappointment.
She didn't doubt it and felt somewhat satisfied her brother at least knew there would be consequences to any stupidity.
She didn't know what he was, only that the ebb and flow of magic and energy between them felt … natural.
She didn't know what she felt toward him.
She didn't recognize the voice in her mind and felt the presence of someone—or something—beside her.
She didn't remember his passion, the way he tasted and smelled and felt, or the movement of his muscles beneath taut, smooth skin.
She felt a drop of warmth and instinctively licked it.
She felt an unwelcome rush of excitement and reached to push his hand from her hair.
She felt another drain as he took another swig of her power, and coldness, then silence.
She felt as if she hadn't just eaten a large breakfast.
She felt as though a cold hand grasped her stomach and squeezed hard.
She felt compelled to go there.
She felt Damian's gaze on her as they walked away.
She felt death within him, as she had with her cat Snickers after a car ran him over.
She felt deceitful pumping Mrs. Marsh for information about Brandon's plans, but it was the perfect opportunity.
She felt dizzy from breathing off the top of her lungs.
She felt guilty enough being there.
She felt he was weakening with the same strange sense that told her where he was.
She felt her own tears spill over at the depth of his pain.
She felt his arms around her and leaned into him, surprised at how natural it felt to be held against a complete stranger who made her want to flee for the hills and strip naked at the same time.
She felt his body heat from the short distance between them and recognized his scent from the sheets.
She felt his breath on the back of her neck and stiffened as one arm slipped around her waist.
She felt his cold gaze and didn't face him, cringing instead.
She felt his fear and squeezed her eyes closed, the man in her arms colliding with the man hiding in the corner of her mind.
She felt his sympathetic gaze on her back as she turned toward the stairs.
She felt ill the moment the words left her mouth.
She felt it again, a sense that this should mean more than it did.
She felt it circle her, prod her, and retreat.
She felt Jonny's intent gaze on her as he knelt.
She felt Jule's presence without seeing him.
She felt like she stood at the door of a plane fifteen thousand feet in the air getting ready to skydive, only she didn't remember packing a parachute.
She felt like the morning after a drunk, one night stand.
She felt more compelled to him now than ever before.
She felt overheated already, like she did when she was starting to get a cold.
She felt responsible for the fact that Brandon didn't have that last day with his father.
She felt safe and secure.
She felt sick to her stomach.
She felt sorry for her and held out her hand with a glance of gentle inquiry.
She felt that Jim would know more about the Saw-Horse later on.
She felt the attention before she actually saw it.
She felt the hair rising on the back of her neck.
She felt the poison in Talon's blood, but whatever poison ran in the devil's body was inseparable from him.
She felt the sense of being centered for the first time in her life and knew it was because of the man before her.
She felt the sudden urge to join Sunny under the bed.
She felt the truth in his words, perhaps because their souls had touched when they first met the day before.
She felt too bad for the former goddess to walk away.
She felt vindicated by the color that stained his dark cheeks.
She felt Ving's gaze on her as she crossed the living room and disappeared into the kitchen.
She felt wired, her emotions in turmoil.
She had greeted ten men and two women before she felt the first flash of cold.
She hadn't been able to wake up, and the sensations felt too real.
She hadn't felt like she belonged in this world until she'd seen what good she could do.
She knew she needed to leave him but couldn't find it in her to abandon the only place she'd ever felt safe.
She looked and felt cool, and only part of the bruising was visible.
She looked as surprised as Lisa felt.
She looked up at him, touched, as he felt his face again.
She loved human emotion, but she hated the doubt and insecurity she felt.
She met Dustin's gaze, sensing he felt the same pain she did.
She paused as if she felt it indecorous to speak of her pregnancy before Pierre, though the gist of the matter lay in that.
She shook her head, recalling what she'd felt when she touched Jule.
She soon felt relaxed and drowsy.
She started to the table then stopped, unable to dismiss the feeling of the man's arms around her or what she'd felt when they touched.
She still felt the man named Jule, and he was here.
She suddenly felt more alone than ever and rubbed her stinging cheek.
She tested her body, dismayed when her limbs felt too heavy to lift.
She thought of how she'd felt safe with Jule during their brief encounter.
She touched her mouth and felt the canines at the mention of transforming her.
She touched her neck and felt the scars.
She touched his neck with trembling hands and felt his pulse.
She tried to regain her composure, unable to compare the brief experience with Jule to anything else she'd ever felt.
She walked the length of the wing and felt the feeling fade a little.
She was honest about wanting to help him and about how she felt.
She was no longer hungry, and she felt energized, fulfilled.
She wasn't certain why her chest felt tight enough to hinder her breathing while her eyes were watering.
She withdrew, and he felt the loss of her presence like the sun going behind a cloud.
She wondered if the dead man in her head, Darian, felt this way when he cried.
She'd always felt comfortable around him.
She'd been drinking fruit punch when she felt drowsy.
She'd felt it last night, too, before … before the fever dream about them having sex.
She'd felt safe with him, a sense she found only alone in her room.
She'd had never felt overwhelmed by a man before, and she'd certainly never been a woman who felt weak-kneed!
She'd never felt a surrender like his.
She'd never felt pain as a deity.
She'd never felt pain like his!
So that was why Cade felt responsible for his mothers' death.
Sofia felt Rainy's hard gaze but avoided his heated look.
Sofia fled to her room, amazed at how good she felt.
Somehow it actually felt good.
Something blocked the storm and sun sources she'd felt, but the others flowed to her freely.
Something warm drifted through her, and her body felt like it was floating.
Sometimes the way Alex looked at him when he was talking - times when he was actually listening to him - it seemed to her that he felt that close bond.
Still, she felt a sense of loss.
Suddenly, I felt a vibration in my back pocket!
Supper was picked-at leftovers, and neither felt like socializing with Bird Song's guests, who came and went on their own, without their usual afternoon goodies and conversation.
Surely she must feel bitter about that fact, and yet neither her voice nor her expression gave any indication that she felt animosity.
Talon appeared as baffled as Bianca felt.
Tears began to spill again, and she began to understand how Darian felt, utterly alone and abandoned in the corner of her mind.
The air around her felt heavier as she sat.
The beautiful truth burst upon my mind--I felt that there were invisible lines stretched between my spirit and the spirits of others.
The closer she got, the stronger she felt him.
The cool rain felt good against his hot skin, and he stood in the dark walkway between the gym and the house, soothed by the storm.
The Dark One felt like a man.
The doorbell rang and she felt a rush of panic when she heard Sarah answer the door.
The first thing she felt was the bond to Jule, who was in the next room.
The idea that Brandon felt relieved wasn't all that flattering - or comforting, for that matter.
The little man felt carefully in his pocket and pulled out the tiny piglets, setting them upon the grass one by one, where they ran around and nibbled the tender blades.
The longer Howie spoke on the phone, the more I felt guilty that we were manipulating him into a parlor game at the expense of his privacy.
The mattress felt so good.
The merchant felt sure that the fishermen were having a good haul.
The more I thought about it, the more I felt Quinn, Martha and baby Claire might be gone.
The morning sun felt hot, and Gabriel was soon sweating.
The muscles in her legs felt numb.
The old house groaned with each gust of wind, but it felt like a happy house.
The only emotions I felt had to be so intense and when they were, they still felt nothing like those I know now, she explained.
The other girls felt sorry that she should suffer for so small a fault.
The others fanned out, and she suddenly felt like a lamb surrounded by a wolf pack trying to decide what to do with her.
The power within him stabilized and filled him until he felt ready to explode.
The quiet between them felt awkward.
The radio bit was some weeks earlier and he felt the hub-bub had blown over.
The strange calm she felt around Zamon remained, and she recalled more clearly Darkyn's words about how the original Dark One lured in his prey.
The thick Miami heat had never felt so good!
The top was still off, allowing additional room, but he still felt three or four trips lay ahead.
The water felt delightful.
The world was turning at Mach speed and Dean felt himself racing along with the uninformed, totally out of control.
Their bond felt permanent, and she had no idea what to do about it.
Then my eyes filled with tears; for I realized what I had done, and for the first time I felt repentance and sorrow.
Then the great actor gave his coat a hitch and his mouth a twitch, and in an instant I was in the village of Falling Water and felt Schneider's shaggy head against my knee.
There was a chill, but once Dean began warming his muscles he felt comfortable in this familiar posture.
There were days when you hated the fact you did love her, and there were days when she almost walked away from you for good, because she hated that she couldn't control how she felt, Deidre continued.
There were few things in life she was certain about, and one of them was that she'd felt safer with Jule during their short time together than she ever did with her father.
They drew up closer to the fire and felt thankful that they were safe from the raging storm.
They gazed at each other until she felt red creep up her neck.
They used to hang in long festoons from our porch, filling the whole air with their fragrance, untainted by any earthy smell; and in the early morning, washed in the dew, they felt so soft, so pure, I could not help wondering if they did not resemble the asphodels of God's garden.
They'd been there what felt like a day, and yet the sun was in the same position as when they'd been thrown into the world.
This felt like another of his tests or maybe, his way of closing another door.
This made Zeb laugh, in turn, and the boy felt comforted to find that Ozma laughed as merrily at her weeping subject as she had at him.
This man was doing something to his legs in the darkness, and though Pierre could not see his face he felt that the man continually glanced at him.
This time, she felt his fangs pierce her neck and jerked.
This was too similar to what she physically felt towards Gabriel to be anything other than the Immortal bond that branded Darkyn's name across her shoulders.
Though he had visited Rhyn regularly, Gabriel never was able to fully forgive himself for what felt like a betrayal of the only friend he had.
Tonight it felt comfortable.
Touching him felt too natural.
Truth be known, he felt a small measure of relief, at least until he opened the mail to a flurry of bills.
Twenty-four hours after his hour-long downhill hike from the mine, Dean's stilts felt like he'd run a barefoot marathon on cobblestoned streets.
Unable to determine what he felt, he did want to at least see her.
Was any of what she felt real?
Was it so different from the way her father had felt?
Was what she felt for Gabriel nothing more than destiny and Immortal laws she knew nothing about?
We considered letting nature take its course but we felt guilty in prolonging the family's agony.
What do you think I've been going through lately... wanting to tell you, wanting to hold you in my arms - not knowing if you felt the way I did.
What felt comfortable only moments ago now seemed bold and foolish.
What was your first thought when you felt the power surge?
What's more, I felt if I had said I was the tipster, there was no reason for him to keep me alive.
Whatever secret she kept, it couldn't change this moment or what he felt.
Whatever the reason, it felt good to have options he didn't know about.
Whatever the reason, she felt compelled to answer flippantly.
When he bragged, you felt like he was holding back, not exaggerating.
When I returned I felt a big cat brush past me as I opened the door.
When the child he told about the bones didn't come forward and report what he saw, Billy still felt wrong about the skeleton remaining undiscovered.
While Dean felt foolish, he couldn't help feeling a tickle of pleasure as hundreds of people clapped and cheered as they passed.
While I detested closing our nine month incredible relationship on so sour a note, I felt the decision was his.
While I wanted to wake Betsy and explain the situation I felt following Julie's directive might free her to be more forthcoming.
While only three feet apart, the space felt immeasurable.
While she could heal, she still felt pain.
While she couldn't shake the sense of doom that followed her from the visions, she felt more normal, less afraid, at the thought that she'd be rejoining the rest of humanity for a shopping trip with the girls, even if only for a morning.
While she didn't quite know where she was, she felt a sense of belonging.
While she was concerned about the rift in our associates' relationship, she felt Quinn and Howie getting together might produce some positive results, in spite of how acrimonious they might be to each other.
Without touching him, she still felt the ebb and flow of energy.
Would she ever reach the point that she felt comfortable about spending the money he had earned before they met?
Yet, he felt her death was not the answer.
Yully watched him, alerted by the same sense of uneasiness she felt around her father lately.