“Oh wait, I already fell.' He touched the tip of my nose with his finger. 'For you”

“I narrowed my eyes at him. “You’re evil.”In response, Noah smiled, and raised his finger to gently tap the tip of my nose.“And you’re mine,” he said, then walked away.”

“he rubbed his feet back and forth on the library carpet and when she walked by, he touched her with the tip of his index finger”

“He suddenly leaned in, and his fingers brushed my cheek. Warmth flooded my skin, and I frozen, waiting for him to pull back. He didnt. The tips of his fingers lingered on my cheek for a moment. Then, very slowly, his hand slipped forward, the palm brushing my skin. Frozen, I stared at him, watching his face as his fingers moved from my cheek to my forehead to my chin, like a blind man tracing someone's features to see them in his mind. "What are you doing to me?" he whispered.”

“I might be falling in love with you," I whisper, finding it hard to focus on his face."Kate," he says, almost sadly."what? You might be falling in love with me too?" My voice is hopeful, pathetically hopeful. He shakes his head."You aren't falling in love with me?"He doesn't respond. I touch his face carefully with the tips of my fingers. His skin is incredibly soft above the line of hard jawbone. I touch his silky black hair. His eyes close and i want to kiss his eyes, but I'm afraid. Afraid of all this. This could destroy me.He opens his eyes. "Kate, I'm already in love with you.”

“He rode death's horse by the tips of his fingers and the tips of his toes.”