My hands and feet were beginning to feel the cold.
Her hands came together and began to war with each other.
My hand began to move away from the top page.
My hands and feet were beginning to lose all sense of feeling.
Her head fell back as his hands began to move.
The moment I saw the blood, the hand began to hurt.
His hands began to find what he'd looked for all night under her clothes.
When there's not a crisis, I feel like my hands and head are beginning to remember their jobs.
His hands and lips began to make love to her.
His hand was just now beginning to come back to useful life.
