He put one hand on my shoulder, and I felt myself tremble at his touch.

She no longer woke, trembling, at the least sound in the night.

And she trembled at the real question: Can a man love a woman with no legs?

She stood with her hands clasped, trembling and looking at him.

She trembled at the thought of how he might hurt her.

But her voice trembled at the end because he'd moved a step closer.

Then she continued in a lower tone, her voice trembling at times.

It was everything he could do not to be trembling at the mere thought.

But my legs began to tremble at the thought of going through it all again.

His voice was trembling at the far edge of control.