Dulce's eyes were bloodshot and her cheeks were covered with tears.
Feeling the warmth of color invading her cheeks, she looked away.
Cade had put on enough weight to take the hollows out of his cheeks, making him look a good ten years younger.
Her cheeks felt warm.
The tears continued to seep down Julie's cheeks but she didn't sob.
She looked well-rested, her cheeks glowing and her eyes dancing.
Her cheeks were streaked with tears, her green eyes showing her torment and her magic like a halo around her.
She touched her hands to his cheeks again.
He repositioned Selyn's head then gripped her chin and squeezed her cheeks until her mouth opened.
He loved that look, where her lips were plump from kissing and her cheeks flushed.
Tears flooded her eyes and coursed down her cheeks unchecked.
He kissed her cheeks and waited for her to heft herself back onto the table.
She looked down, and he noticed for the first time one of her cheeks was red.
He withdrew and kissed her cheeks and forehead, then drew her into a hug.
Edith closed her eyes as tears seeped down her cheeks but she wouldn't answer.
Her cheeks warmed with more than embarrassment.
She rocked back and fourth, tears coursing down her cheeks unchecked.
Her cheeks burned, but she eyed him coolly.
A rush of excitement sent color to her cheeks, and she tore her gaze from his, focusing her attention on the dishes.
Tears welled up in her eyes and spilled down her cheeks as she prepared lunch.
Tears were streaming down her cheeks, but she glared at him.
She stroked his hair and kissed his forehead, while tears coursed down her cheeks as well.
She slapped her hat back on to hide the color in her cheeks and scrambled onto her wagon seat.
Bordeaux was watching her in a way that brought color to her cheeks again.
A cool breeze touched her cheeks and neck.
As for Cynthia, her cheeks weren't the only things filling out.
Warmth invaded her cheeks and she giggled nervously.
Her cheeks flushed again and in her desperate search for something to explain her preoccupation, she plunged into the subject of the curtains.
Tears spilled down her cheeks as she slipped away from the couch.
Warmth invaded her cheeks as she thought of something else.
Molly shook her head no, her cheeks puffy with her breakfast.
Jule cupped her cheeks in his hands and kissed her deeply.
Deidre felt tears on her cheeks once more.
He cupped one of her cold cheeks in his hand, wanting to warm her up in whatever way it took.
Her cheeks burned as she buried her face in his chest.
She wiped the tears from her cheeks with a shirtsleeve, feeling like a child caught with her hand in the cookie jar.
She kissed him on both cheeks then waited as he poured himself wine.
There was no human color in the woman's pale cheeks, and her expression was emotionless, as if carved from marble.
The cold early winter wind dried the tears on his face and made his cheeks stiff.
Kiera felt her cheeks grow red.
He wiped the tears from her cheeks with a large thumb.
Her cheeks flushed hot with blood.
Her cheeks warmed again.
Instead, he took her face in his hands, caressing her cheeks with his thumbs.
Her hands went to his cheeks, and she touched him lightly.
Brady kissed her forehead, eyelids, cheeks, and nipped her neck, enjoying the feel of her hands roaming over his chest and back.
She kissed his forehead and cheeks, tears in her eyes.
Cynthia's cheeks were quick to color as she sipped the liquid, making a face with each gulp.
She was truly beautiful, resting there, color beginning to return to her cheeks and a look of contentment that only sleep could bring, a look that would surely be absent in the morning.
Mascara ran in muddy little rivulets down her cheeks, and her eyes were as red as a three-day drunk.
Finally, he took out a handkerchief and wiped the messy streaks from her cheeks and managed to get a halfhearted smile.
The brief visual contact was like a caress, warming her cheeks and heart.
Slowly he cradled her face in his hands and proceeded to kiss it lightly - first her forehead, then her cheeks and finally the corners of her mouth.
Finally he took her face in his hands, his thumbs caressing her cheeks gently.
Her cheeks burned hotter.
His thumbs caressed her cheeks and his voice was soft.
She lightly kissed his cheeks and forehead and lips.
Warmth flooded her cheeks as she met his gaze.
Warmth flooded her cheeks as she remembered that she was going to kiss Alex.
Her cheeks felt warm.
She could feel the color staining her cheeks again.
A hot flush warmed her cheeks again.
She hastily withdrew her hand, her cheeks burning again.
Her cheeks burned anew as she recalled what would hereafter be etched in her mind as the kiss.
Color touched his cheeks and his brows arched.
For they cut the cheeks of the males with a sword, so that before they receive the nourishment of milk they must learn to endure wounds.
Oh, the delight with which I gathered up the fruit in my pinafore, pressed my face against the smooth cheeks of the apples, still warm from the sun, and skipped back to the house!
The air stung my cheeks like fire.
Her eyes are very big and blue, and her cheeks are soft and round and rosy and her hair is very bright and golden.
I was a very happy little child with rosy cheeks, and large blue eyes, and the most beautiful golden ringlets you can imagine.
The cheeks are a slide from the brows into the valley of the face, opposed and diffused by the cheek bones.
Prince Vasili said no more and his cheeks began to twitch nervously, now on one side, now on the other, giving his face an unpleasant expression which was never to be seen on it in a drawing room.
"Do you or do you not know where that will is?" insisted Prince Vasili, his cheeks twitching more than ever.
His cheeks, which were so flabby that they looked heavier below, were twitching violently; but he wore the air of a man little concerned in what the two ladies were saying.
Here, Pierre, tell them your opinion, said she, turning to the young man who, having come quite close, was gazing with astonishment at the angry face of the princess which had lost all dignity, and at the twitching cheeks of Prince Vasili.
A woman with an unweaned baby, an old woman, and a healthy German girl with bright red cheeks were sitting on some feather beds.
Her cheeks had sunk, her lip was drawn up, and her eyes drawn down.
The little princess and Mademoiselle Bourienne had already received from Masha, the lady's maid, the necessary report of how handsome the minister's son was, with his rosy cheeks and dark eyebrows, and with what difficulty the father had dragged his legs upstairs while the son had followed him like an eagle, three steps at a time.
The Emperor was pale, his cheeks sunken and his eyes hollow, but the charm, the mildness of his features, was all the greater.
Strands of her black hair lay round her inflamed and perspiring cheeks, her charming rosy mouth with its downy lip was open and she was smiling joyfully.
She was lying dead, in the same position he had seen her in five minutes before and, despite the fixed eyes and the pallor of the cheeks, the same expression was on her charming childlike face with its upper lip covered with tiny black hair.
You've grown plumper and prettier, she remarked, drawing Natasha (whose cheeks were glowing from the cold) to her by the hood.
Her eyes were dry and glistening, her lips compressed, her cheeks sunken.
And so he did not like Zdrzhinski's tale, nor did he like Zdrzhinski himself who, with his mustaches extending over his cheeks, bent low over the face of his hearer, as was his habit, and crowded Rostov in the narrow shanty.
The priest's wife smiled, and with dimples in her rosy cheeks followed him into the room.
The wounded, bandaged with rags, with pale cheeks, compressed lips, and knitted brows, held on to the sides of the carts as they were jolted against one another.
Helene with an uneasy smile looked at his curly hair and his plump, clean-shaven, blackish cheeks and every moment expected the conversation to take a fresh turn.
A shopkeeper with red pimples on his cheeks near the nose, and a calm, persistent, calculating expression on his plump face, hurriedly and ostentatiously approached the officer, swinging his arms.
One was an officer--a tall, soldierly, handsome man--the other evidently a private or an orderly, sunburned, short, and thin, with sunken cheeks and a dull expression.
But when on Sunday after church the footman announced in the drawing room that Count Rostov had called, the princess showed no confusion, only a slight blush suffused her cheeks and her eyes lit up with a new and radiant light.
On Konovnitsyn's handsome, resolute face with cheeks flushed by fever, there still remained for an instant a faraway dreamy expression remote from present affairs, but then he suddenly started and his face assumed its habitual calm and firm appearance.
Most of them were disfigured by frost-bitten noses and cheeks, and nearly all had red, swollen and festering eyes.