His hand was burning hot, and she put it to her cheek.
If I touched that doorknob now, my hands would burn.
His hand burned, as though the damp heat of her body had branded him.
The hand will burn before the person can be killed.
But my scorched hands burned too much even to consider it.
His hands still burned, feeling both hot and as though they had been bruised.
Her hand burned like a coal of fire as she lifted him into the other wind.
His hand was burning but he did not heed it.
"Was that how you got your face and hands so badly burned?"
"I am the birth of every hopem" Her hands burned.
