He thought she was reaching behind to touch his hands.

A moment later, he reached again to touch my face.

He lost all color and reached to touch his father's face.

He reached to touch her, to bring his face down to hers.

He reached across the small table to touch her hand.

Again she reached to touch him, this time his hair.

Seeing the hurt in his face, she reached to touch him.

The girl reached across the table to touch his hand lightly.

They reached across the length of the table to touch hands.

I reached through that thick hair to touch his face, to turn him to look at me.